Days of living shall eventually come to an end
every creature with breath and blood is mortal
and no amount of gold we have earned can hold
to rest in peace(RIP) which all of us are opt to go
heaven or hell-bound depends how we live this life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that's one of the reasons why... life each day, is a birthday party.