Mortality has a way of talking
With it's loud voice
The best of sermons one can hear
The perfect reminder
That we shall all transcend someday.
We dread it in words
But yearn for it in actions and wishes
That anxiety and prayer to see tomorrow
Is to move closer to the end
For why won't you pray that you
Live forever in your today
So that you achieve tomorrow and next in today.
Mortality shouldn't be a topic
We discuss only when it strikes
It is a way of life
Living with it daily
For to live and to die
Are but different faces of the same coin
Which is life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem