Death Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Nobody knows not even ME,
The new bud rejoice of its being,
A baby cries during his birth,
All bless the new beginning of life.

Then at its peak of its creation,
When at early period he reaches it without struggle,
Nor it reaches it at its longer period of time,
Who cares? Does it matter to it? or it matters to him?
Nobody knows, not even ME!

How life ended matters ME!
Do you feel it nears you?
Or it nears him? her? or them?
Nobody know, not even ME!

At the end of the raod
Then, where shall we go?
Absolute rest, they say.
in our night snores we felt,
Yet nobody knows we died each day.
As we close the day and welcome the dark,
Then nobody knows our total END.