Death comes one and to us all no matter what we do.
But if all thoughts revolve around this what life is that to be.
How can fretting give me anymore time than what is meant to be.
Tis always easy to moan and groan of what little time we have.
Then to live each day as if it was the last.
And to find joy in all that we do.
For when death comes as it must, we have nothing to fear.
For our Lord has broken the bond of death so there is fear no more.
Now we know that death is not the end, but a beginning of something new.
If you believe then you can leave the worry of death behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem