Die

Death is
Eternal care,
Wipes our tears
Away kisses our fore
Head holds our hand to
Lead us where pain tragedy
Disappointments fade only this
Caveat to decide if we are ready
Before it is too late to choose,
A choice only those who
Know the future can
Make and they are
Too wise to say
Or too timid to
Voice what
Is already
Evident
So best to
Smile and soft
Eyed shed a tear,
Not our decision
To make only
Ours to
Grieve.