Alas, alas,
All things must pass,
The grave it is our goal;
And though we say a special mass
The bell will have to toll.
Life is like
A banquet where,
When one has had his fill,
Thanks his host for the sumptuous fare
And departs with goodwill.
it's a good message, and possibly true of some cases of death. however, people who die in horrific ways, or suffer a great deal before the actual death, i don't suppose they have it in mind to say ' the grave is my goal' in fact, every death I've been witness to: Mother's, Father's, Sister's, Best Friend's, in every case wanted life. It was the living that on looking upon their suffering, said ' go now, the grave is better' but the dying never said such a thing. As I said, it's a wonderful idea to imagine that this is the perception people should have, but it's really not the way things are...one can always hope though.. Overall, I enjoyed the poem, I thought you did a wonderful job of writing it. Always, Amberlee
I know where you're coming from but it appears to be missing something, I have no idea what it is but Im certain something is missing
Suggestion: (last line) And departs feeling full of goodwill OR And departs with goodwill feeling thrilled! Still a good one though, Tan. I like it very much! L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What you write about death is very true, inevitable. There is a song by George Harrison with the same title as your poem, 'All Things Must Pass'. M. Walker.