DeathA Poem by Poet PittinixThis poem speaks about people and death.Kings and queens do not regard themselves as being equal to other
people, But that does not make them better human beings than the peasants. In the foolish imaginations of kings and queens, they are high and
mighty. Moreover, royalties seem to forget that they are just mortal beings. Who in this world can prevent the occurrence of sickness, aging, and
death? Death is not concerned about whether a person is wealthy or poor, And neither will death spare anybody, no matter the status of the person. Unfortunately, nobody will escape the sting of death when the time
comes. © 2024 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on May 29, 2024 Last Updated on May 29, 2024 Tags: queens, people, kings, mortal beings, aging AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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