How can one who was never near the end
Truly capture the meaning of life’s end?
Mine is not to capture the end at hell,
But to sum up the life that was lived well.
The purpose of life is not in purchase.
Nor is it satisfying your own needs.
The purpose is not for the small things,
Nor is it for the money or the jewels.
The true purpose is for your loved ones,
Its for you friends, family, and peers,
To share and to give to one and other.
Life’s purpose is to love and cherish,
Through sickness and health, for better and worse.
Take care of your life, you only have one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem