Poem. Born yesterday, to die tomorrow.

 Born yesterday 2 die tomorrow.

A life time in an eye blink will pass us.
Tears 4 those left behind but does the pleasure or does the anger awaits us.
R U ready

Death is but a transport to a destination of our choice.
Exquisite Pleasure 4 some-Excruciating pain 4 some.
The choice remains ours. What B UR choice.