REALITY OF DEATH

Just like the morning    
We all will meet her    
In joy or in mourning    
Her beauty is never seen    
yet her presence hurts like a scorpion    
She is flawless    
And her movement is shadow less    
This she we will be with someday    
Nobody owes her    
Because her debt we all must pay    
She doesn't hide her affairs    
Everybody knows where she has been    
Her presence is felt in the atmosphere    
We all will kiss her someday    
Anywhere, may be on the way    
But sad enough nobody gets to say how she feels    
Scary to know we all owe her    
And someday we must clear the bills    
I just wish i expect her on a table for two    
When am done paying life's due    
She is a reality, she is death in reality.