All must pass through the fire of Death
The rich, the poor, the sick, the well;
Not all the wood of possessions
Nor all the oil of pride and riches
But the cool waters of humble love
And the sands of selfless sharing
Can calm the flames of mortal life
And lead you through to immortality.
Poet's Perspective
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem