Coming to a sad final personal ending
Still everything else left behind remaining.
It is best not to think that one dies,
That's to say; for you, life itself dies.
Missing out on what's been there,
Pining for family who do care,
Friends: memories and fond curiosity
All lost just to you is such an atrocity.
Life dies an infinite number of times;
For each person as the final clock chimes.
Life is simply a myriad of deaths;
Yet warmly preserving its living breaths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr rimmer I enjoyed reading this one keep it up