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I have this poem, and two endings, but ii'm not sure which one works better.

This one:
Life and Death,
Like Romeo and Juliet their love is tragic.
Hands ever reaching out,
Stretching, straining,
But never clasping together in warm affection.
Life tinkers in his workshop,
Filled with thousands of little trinkets and toys,
Glittering, glistening,
Set together on a model sphere of blue and green.
From dawn till dusk Life toils away at these gifts,
And when they are ready,
He sends them to Death.
Death waits patiently,
Always knowing the little gifts will come.
She gathers them all up in her hands,
These precious gifts of fondness-
And sets them on her glass shelves, carefully arranged.
Her own menagerie of love,
Made by Life's callused and steady hands.
It is from this shelf I see her,
Dancing as she arranges her little world
And how could I have ever been afraid.
For love is the strongest thing,
And I am surrounded by those who care for me.
Those who I have always known,
And those who I've grown to love.
So don't be afraid,
Little sun-catcher.
You were made from steady hands,
And though you may have fallen from the window,
out of the sun and onto the cold floor.
You were always picked up again,
And set where you belonged.
Maybe that trip to the floor cracked you a little,
And it most definitely hurt,
But you learned to love the colors you cast onto the table below.
So don't be afraid,
Little sun-catcher,
In the end you are safe,
Because from Death's windows you shall never fall.

Or this one (the beginning segment is the same)

Life and Death,
Like Romeo and Juliet their love is tragic.
Hands ever reaching out,
Stretching, straining,
But never clasping together in warm affection.
Life tinkers in his workshop,
Filled with thousands of little trinkets and toys,
Glittering, glistening,
Set together on a model sphere of blue and green.
From dawn till dusk Life toils away at these gifts,
And when they are ready,
He sends them to Death.
Death waits patiently,
Always knowing the little gifts will come.
She gathers them all up in Her hands,
These precious gifts of fondness-
And sets them on her glass shelves, carefully arranged.
Her own menagerie of love,
Made by Life's callused and steady hands.
It is from this shelf I see Her,
Dancing as she arranges Her little world
And how could I have ever been afraid.
For love is the strongest thing,
And I am surrounded by those who care for me.
Those who I have always known,
And those who I've grown to love.
So don't be afraid,
My fellow curio,
You were made from steady hands.
And though the world you roamed,
was smaller than you ever thought,
Life is bigger than you ever dreamed.
Because while you are out there,
Living, Learning,
He is watching you grow.
So don't be afraid,
Little life grower,
You were made for gentle hands,
And though you cannot see it yet,
You shine brightly with a loving light;
Eternity's glow.