Sonnet: Death, The Thief

Most people known to me have left the scene; The people left are just a few I know; Death robs the world of souls in ways so mean; All creatures die and there's no other go. But I am not afraid to leave the world; By death, we sleep for long and none can wake; The flag of life we hoist must be unfurled; Enslaved by death, all are, genuine or fake. But death comes like a thief to some in sleep; Some end their lives prematurely on earth; The sacred life God gave, we ought to keep; God has a purpose special for each birth. But creatures all must bow to Maker's plan; So, keep your soul ready to meet death, man. Prof. of Med. KFMSR CBE& Ex.Dean IRT PMC Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-12-2015