Death conquers all: None can defy
his clarion call all must obey.
He names the time the place the day
the very minute that we die.
A simple fact we can’t deny
nor yet in any way delay.
Death conquers all.
Although we feel compelled to try.
Each one of us in our own way,
some rave and rant whilst others pray.
It matters not all men must die
Death conquers all.
Rondeau Prime
(10-Jun-07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How do we avoid death? Give up the idea we are born?