my poem "death"

DEATH

Death is not to be cried about for death is not sad.
I'm not saying because of it you should be glad.
Death is another door in that house that is life.
Some shed a single tear others feel as if stabbed by a knife.
But here in this house there is nowhere to end or to begin!
Just wander through this big,big house.
Believe in your choices!  Have no doubts!
Our house is big it fits many so lets let life give it's worst!You must to get any!
Our house that is life is filled with sadness,anger & gladness.
Some choose stardom,cash or fame others do not get to pick so they're called LAME.
Some own cats some own dogs some  live on farms with horses & hogs.
Death is just another thing life herself will bring.