We live in constant fear of death
Yet her shadow lurks in every
Little deed of our everyday life,
In walking and in writing poetry.
The food you eat so gaily may be laced
With some life-nibbling noxious compound,
And if it be nourishing and clean and safe
It still may choke you to the ground.
The evening walk you enjoy
With such unhurried strides,
May be cut short by an oncoming van
And anon find yourself in Hades.
The blissful night with your beloved
May be your last note of breath,
The sweet ecstasy heights may snap
The strings that divide life and death.
The jetted honeymoon flight to distant shores
Is the sweetest moment after the vows,
Yet, motivated by your chosen nearness,
The heavens may call you home so close.
So Live your turn to the final count,
Fear not what is everywhere;
Live without the fear of short expiry;
Without the littlest ounce of care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem