DEATH

People get old

Retire and die

But rarely on the same day

The grave stone of the dead

A fence out of life, yet a passage to life

Perhaps death itself is life

How be it

That life is lived only in place for death

That man still must die

If yes life is death

Then the true measure of time is death

But if death be life

Surely time is no value

And life is infinite

But I ask

What do men seek

A life to die

Or the death in life