On our death bed we dread
Ironically, it should not be feared
We have arrived where we should be.
Our physicality is now like a broken reed
Age is now immaterial for there will be no more
We have come through a natural process so poor.
Life is a begining, and death a natural end
Sing not to be forsaken, it's the human trend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem