Death

• Molly Young, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Come people of the world
Come closer my hands unfurled
Leave behind your pain and misery
Leave it all to come with me
I'll take you to a place you'll love
Where you can look down from above
In this world there is no pain
But you can never leave again
When your family and friends are dead
You'll hear me and the things I said
Because when you lay them down to rest
You'll see me and know my name is Death