We all die someday

But in our own way.

Some even commit suicide

As their troubles, they can’t hide.

 

By the thin thread of life we go

When it ends, we do not know.

It can happen to the young

Because of the cancer lung.

 

You’ll be remembered by friends,

Up to the moment when their life ends.

Your family members will grieve

Telling about the things you achieve.

 

But their grief will last for a moment,

It’s a tradition, a life component.

And they’ll forget you like this verse.

I hope they will never curse.

 

Larisa Rzhepishevska

1^st of December, 2018