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What is death?
A great unknown
We fear the most.
But -
Think of a journey
To a land 
Yet undiscovered
Ready to welcome 
You, a lone wanderer
Looking for a respite
From everything.

You are old,
Your future is bleak;
There is nothing
To hope for
Except being free
From all the aches
Killing your body.

Pack your stuff,
But be light
On your journey.

In truth
You'll just need 
Your name
And a word, or two,
To put on your grave.