Slowly it comes cold, icy, dark and dreadful

Some grieve, some smile, some laugh that it is done

Yet some loathe

But when time comes it comes.

All ages, sexes and natural things

Death does defy all

The weak, the strong, old and infirm

The wicked, the gentle

The rich and the poor

When it comes - it comes

Breaking bonds, love, hatred

Nothing stops, nothing holds

The body cremated or buried merges with the five elements

Turns to ash, decays and perishes

Everything is gone with time

The memories, the presence, the talk

Some hold dearly

Some let it fly by and breathe at last – let bygones be gone

The shared times, secrets, happiness and pain buried and fade

Nothing gained, nothing lost

Some in memories kept

Only pain.

In death, the soul liberates

Freedom from imprisonment;

In a body for long

Freedom from bondage

Do not grieve - 

Live not with mortal fear

Welcome as a long lost friend

Embrace when it comes