Day of the dead

Today is the Day of the dead
but why grieve for those gone away
Aren't they the ones at peace?
Isn't the living that are in decay?

Death is most definitely a door
that we one day will cross
What matters how we leave
the world - for better or worst

While we may rest in peace
our deeds are left behind
they pay dearly for our folly
so resolve whilst there's still time

The End

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