Is it wise to think about death
the premature death beyond the natural end
Surely not, I think otherwise
Death is supposed to the end of all
And end itself is somewhere a mystery
In infinite the programmed thing not read
Why it is the thought of the day
Where so many thinks are to be fulfilled
Be the ambitions of the future we thrive
Better we can wait of the tide for our own
Death the perception of self destruction
That always a negative mind and trend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem