This reminds me of a poem that I like. It's by W.H. Auden:
As the poets have mournfully sung,
death takes the innocent young
The rolling-in-money,The screamingly funny
And those who are very well hung
There are only a few matters in our existence in which we have absolutely no control or say in. Death is one of those matters. We can control how and when to some degree, but the if is a guarantee. I accept the fact that I won't be here one day, because there's simply no other choice.
As the poets have mournfully sung,
death takes the innocent young
The rolling-in-money,The screamingly funny
And those who are very well hung
There are only a few matters in our existence in which we have absolutely no control or say in. Death is one of those matters. We can control how and when to some degree, but the if is a guarantee. I accept the fact that I won't be here one day, because there's simply no other choice.
