I liked your poem, it illustrates probably the thoughts that everyone has about death in some way or another. I have had too any deaths around me, in my family and old and young friends and it isn't easy to accept. I know the Mexicans with their festival accept death more as a way to remember the lives of those gone before, and it's pretty colourful too. Ours all dark, dark clothes and mourning, as if it's too disrespectful to remember through colour. But surely it isn't. Life and colour go together and the memory of loved ones stay whetever colour you think of them in. The cultures that accept death in their lives are the ones that are more sensible about it. Thanks for your post.