It comes to us all...
age, gender, wealth, none of that matters.
it will find you.
there is no stopping it.
it will consume us all.
first there will be pain,
second there will panic,
third there will be fear.
but through this do not worry,
just endure it.
and soon you will be released of your suffering.
until nothing at all if left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem