It may be today
It may be tomorrow
It may be during the day
I will never know
Doom day
The day I’ll be call
But I will never respond
I will stare
But see nothing
I will sleep
And get lost forever in my dream
I will call on me
But can’t hear myself
The day I’ll leave everything I love behind
Family and friends will say their final farewell
Then I’ll hear the recompense bell
For its time to know if I’ll make heaven or hell
Dear Mum
I pray you never witness this day
For it is a bad omen to watch me leave on the journey of no return
I should be the one crying over you not the way round
Please don’t grieve for me
For it’s my destiny to be
And if what they say is true about heaven
I hope we’ll see someday
Until then
Cry not
Grieve not
For it’s my doom day
Yours is on the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know death is unavoidable, but for someone as young as you to be already thinking about doom's day, is not quite right. Cheer up, don't take life too seriously, or you'll find yourself spitten out like old bubblegum... :)