There are many ways to die
And almost all of them horrible
And almost all bring suffering to loved ones-
Blessed are those with the easy deaths
The going to sleep and not waking up
The quiet saying of goodbye
The words of gratitude for the life lived
The last blessing kindly given to those who survive
But for most
The endgame is a horrible story
The valiant never taste of death but once
But how?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem