Category : Poems

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When I hear that someone has died, 
I wonder when it will be my turn?
 When I hear that someone has died, 
My blood freezes my figure.  

When I hear that someone has died, 
I imagine God has a list
 And cuts from there one by one, 
Until He finds my name, 
Written by His hand. 

 It may take a day, 
An hour, ten years or a second,
 Until I run out of air, 
Leaving my body empty. 

 When I hear that someone has died,
 I think of my parents.
Even if they are not old,
 I worry about them.  

When I hear that someone has died,
 I become sad.
Death can strike hard, 
Making the heart burn.