Death's footsteps echo chilling the mind
Following, creeping closer bringing us down
Snatching away the soul and taking away the light
Engulfed within mysterious darkness.
From birth Death follows close upon our heels
Waiting the chance to end life's journey
Banishing the body into the cold silent grave.
Death, relentless measures days and nights
Never outwitted nor outpaced, life's deadly foe,
Making presence starkly known at grieving funerals
With families gathered weeping for the dead.
Old age enhances fear of Death's embrace
With years slipping ever quicker bye
And hope of Heaven far more pressing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never think of death despite seeing it with personal experiences. We have to focus on life, of living today.