We should never forget this adage
We die anytime, at any age
Once the contract expires
It is time to roll on, to move on
To either greener or somber pastures
It’s time to either walk or run
To the other side of no return
We can fight all we want, we can yawn
All we want when the time arrives
The stormy wind whistles like a wild animal
No one is safe; no one is exempt, all lives
Are in danger to end up in the funnel
With a one way nonrefundable ticket
To the never seen or known planet.
Truly, we should always remember that death can come at any time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep poem, Hebert. Death has no schedule