Lost in time, lost in space
Never one of the human race
Here today but gone tomorrow
Never let there be any sorrow
At conception each owes a death
A moment comes the end of breath
I hear it counts not how one dies
How you live's what wins the prize
If forever you've been dead inside
Dying's nothing from which to hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem