I will not stop for death,
He/she must stop for me;
I'll sing to my last breath,
and hopefully...in eternity.
I will not bow down to rest,
Rest will come in all due time;
I did what in my heart was best,
And hopefully...there was no crime.
I will not sleep the years away,
I'll fil them with restless dreams;
And if illness says it wants to stay,
I'll banish it with silent screams.
I will not stop for life's sad scenes,
Life's tragedies will come and go;
From demons I will gladly wean,
And see more of God's joyous show.
I will not cease to stop and lay my head,
For too long a time and sleep;
The body for me is not some lumpy bed,
But a flow of energy too deep.
Too deep to say goodnight forever,
Too strong for me to say adieu;
I have a bond to tight to sever,
A link of precious love, to woo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem