In the hours before one dies
Their life will flash before their eyes
Friends and family will always cry
Many will ask 'Why God? Why?
At the viewing there is joy yet sorrow
Though they're in a better place you won't see them tomorrow
When they are finally buried and laid to rest
Their soul is in Heaven, in the care of the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem