How did you end your days they may at last say
Was it as easy as slipping off asleep as you drift away
Or was it with some suffering that you had to endure
When the time was a struggle and death was something to implore
Will your name be spoken once you are ended in your earthly stay?
Or will it be that you are forgotten with no-one left to say
In the end I will matter not if a king or a pauper
People will be left to contemplate who was that guy as they ought a
© Paul Warren Poetry
Time was a struggle and death was something to implore...very amazing and thoughtful composition shared on.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes rhyme makes a joke of a serious topic