If death was to paint its picture what colour would it be?
Set in non-reflective black, or would your face I see?
Would it shine brightly etched in marble,
Or hide in the shadows like a thief?
Where is the honour in denial?
Where is the virtue in grief?
I hope your face holds a smile
And devoid of tears at your side
When we meet and share a handshake
As unlike life never once have you lied!
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