Fear it, we do, shudder at the very thought,
Deny the very word, and run amok distraught.
Finality it may bring, reality it jars us to
Is death only the end of life, to mortals like, me and you?
To live without laughter is akin to dying
To love without hope can take its toll
To know you were wronged can be hurtful,
But to know you were cruel can really kill one’s soul.