Reverse Poem: The Death

The Angel of Hope will come to me

 How crazy it is to imagine

Facing the dark every day

This is my fate

I will have a meaningful life

It is absolutely impossible that

"Death stops me from doing things that I haven't done."

As I have always conceded that

death is noting at all

I would never feel that

Fear crams into my heart

When death comes and takes all the

bright coins from my purse.