People come and people go

People come and people go,
Never see, never know.
What had killed them?oh the woe,
twas the knife, or twas the bow?

Everyone will die, everyone will go,
they'll never see, they'll never know.
What is it that ends their life?
twill be the sleep, or be the knife?

When all have died, all will go,
none will see, none will know.
It is not their breath that they will keep.
What hath felled them? Twas the sleep.





so, who cried after reading this poem?