I contemplate my life,
Each struggle and each strife.
In death, are we not the same?
Brothers in the soil,
From whence we came?
Here I lie, on my last breath
I've lived my life, I welcome death.
Wow, do you know how ambigious that comment was? And do you know if I spelt ambigious right?
If I was as old as you say you are Giovanna, I would would welcome death too. Good poem. 10 from never apart, even in death. Tai
everyone should be so fortunate as to embrace death with a smile and a kind word. well said. Always, Amberlee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem that leaves the reader face to face with the perplexing facts of life and death. The poet handles language as clever as a bee, who knows well where the roses are and how to get honey out of them.