Death brings sadness and sorrow;
A shaky and an unpredictable tomorrow.
It is a fact of life that we were born to die,
But death still brings surprises and shocks like a lie
Of a trusted pastor or, a deceit of an honorable judge.
At the sound of the cannon, everyone budged,
Panicked, and feared the ultimate fate.
Death is not known to be a happy mate.
Death brings sadness and sorrow,
And emits dissentious chills to our bone marrow.
All creatures are simply passing by;
All moving objects will one day say good bye.
Death is never normal, regular or inviting.
Death brings discomfort, misery, pain and suffering.
No one can deny this enticing queen or almighty king.
No one can escape the tricks of this master magician.
Enjoy the breeze of the wind while we can.
Kiss the smile of the flowers at every occasion.
Embrace our loved ones and our children.
Today maybe the last time; sweet tomorrow
Is never certain. Death spews every second raw sorrow,
Fiery ashes and deadly larvae like erupting volcanoes.
Death is so elusive that we have the envy to search under the pillows.
Copyright © September 11,2014 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.