Youth is only for the living!
There is no time for dying,
No understanding of death.
The Young hear only their own heartbeats.
There is no time for dying.
The Young plan on living forever!
If Death's cold finger should brush by,
The Young shiver, and cry.
It is only when one
Has felt that hand of often
That one learns death is easy - -
It is only the living that is hard.
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-and-dying-3/
