The wicked are only counting their losses now before they die
To die in Christ is to gain
Every second, death claims a life
Every second someone gets closer to dying
As I write someone may have exited before I bring my poem to an end.
Another might die as soon as you finish reading this
When will death be full and give us some break?
Some die old, others very young
People will die happy others would die sad
The day you are born that same day you begin to die
Life is short – poem
I hear every day without count that life is short
I hear the elderly say life is short
The rich and the poor say life is short
But is life short?
Life is what you make it
You can make it shorter and bitter
or Short but fulfilling
Life is like an egg
If handled well, it would last a long time
But which life is short?
The earthly one or the afterlife
Life on earth here is surely short
Yet some want an early exit
Life in partnership with death is dangerous
You may love your life, if you do, you would lose it and never get it back