Death be Not Proud

I thought it was kind of a poem that someone could live their life by. I pretty much interpreted it as the theme being that if its your time to go then it your time to go. Death is random and there really is no reason behind it. Just like sometimes good things happen to bad people. Death is pretty much like a lotto. People can smoke like 50 cigarettes in one day and still live. But there could be an innocent young child that could be killed in a car accident or premature babies that die. Death is pretty much a game of chance and luck