Sections of life all come together in the end, a final
compilation of who we are is present at the final moment
of our life.
Death is upon us in the very next moment and everything
that we have ever done is gone in an instant, nothing
left of any particle of our beings.
Only memories of our having lived here are in the minds
of other human beings that have known and loved us in our
short, temporary lifetimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem