Standing on the edge afraid to fall,
Wondering if your life really mattered at all.
As your life unfolds to your surprise,
Life holds many gifts to offer to the wise.
As life passes you by;
You become old and dry,
Fearing the day that you will have to die.
Then Death comes knocking suddenly at your door.
Leaving your cold lifeless body there on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem