<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death - The Gift of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s nothing certain but death<br>Nor beyond nor before<br>We are born and live to die<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fret; make noise, shout and cry<br>We skid from hills to valley and back<br>Get torn among home, work and friends<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fight, we scream, we spurn<br>We step on each others’ toe<br>All to achieve and amass<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walk we straight with pride<br>Look we people in the eye<br>Seldom do we stop and stoop<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We make friends, yet sly <br>Break hearts and water eyes<br>Too proud to bend or mend<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each death promise another<br>Our last breath gives forth life<br>To another birth to die again<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never can we live past in life<br>In death we reach the very start<br>From grains we come, to grains we go<br>There’s nothing certain but death<br>Death the only gift of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+PJ+New+Delhi">Thomas PJ New Delhi</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550050" data-title="Death - The Gift of Life de Thomas PJ New Delhi" data-description="There’s nothing certain but death Nor beyond nor before We are born and live to die Death the only gift of life We fret; make noise, shout and cry We skid from hills to valley and back Get torn among home, work and friends There’s nothing cer..."></div> </div> </div>

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