Once we live our lives and come to our sunsetical shores, we
seem to find an acceptance through time for death, having
lived through experiences and adventures of life.
Throughout the years, knowing that we're now living on borrow-
ed time and not really minding too much, only reluctant to
know that family and loved ones will have to suffer.
Because of our deaths, their loss weighs heavily upon us during
these times of self-realization, soon to become our deaths from
this temporary life here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem