The cream is gone; the watery milk is left;
The soup is gone; the dregs are left behind;
Top-soil is gone; just rocks and boulders show;
The mount is gone; the landscape’s naked now!
The older generation is no more;
A few women in verge of death remain;
More cemeteries, crematoria have sprung;
Some lucky dead have statues in their names!
All older trees must wither, wilt some day;
They form the humus for the sprouts anew;
The youth must grow with wisdom, turning old;
Death paves the way for progeny to lead.
Death clears the earth’s debris infallibly!
Who can prevent the natural laws of God?
Yet, man enacts his laws as per his thoughts;
But all must toil by God’s decrees and code;
Prepare must souls for God’s eternity!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-08-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem