"What fools we mortals be"
What little lives we've lived
The memories that we have accrued
Like tides inside a sieve.
We wonder as we lay or lie
Upon our new-born cribs
Is it destined that we should die
Or eternally shall we live?
Unfortunately, the only way
We'll know for bloody sure
Will be too late to sweep to memory-
But too early to be secure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem