I will one day go
Though long it may be
And when I know not
But each passing day
Shortens it by day
Each passing hour
Shortens it by hour
Each passing minute
Makes it a minute short
And each passing second
Reminds me of my end
Which must come to be
(Sunday 8th June,1997)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life and death! ! ! Birth, Living, Muse of mankind on earth, To die one day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Death is a must. We should prepare for it. Thanks.