O gentle night, lend me your grace,
The hour is late and I must rest,
Give up my mortal earthly place
And take the unknown journey west.
Mourn not my passing, shed no tears,
All things are fated not to last,
I lived a full life all these years,
Remember this when I have passed.
The longest dark awaits me now,
The deepest sleep I e'er shall take,
One exhaled breath my final bow,
And then this life I will forsake.
Excellent Adam, a beautiful poem, very well written and rhymed. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely Beautiful!