At the end of it all
I won't be here any more
It is difficult to get used to that thought
Perhaps I never will
The end is the end is the end
And all my words and thoughts
Will not make it anything else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The end is the end is the end. Death takes away everything including human body. Every soul leaves body and goes so far. An interesting poem on death topic is excellently penned that speaks truth...10