Realities Poem by John Florio

God doesn't encourages the villains,
perhaps the villains ever suffer pains,
Not thousands of you, not one of me,
Will be there while crossing the sea,

What to proud of body and fairness,
One day, it will burn down to ashes.
Do not differ anyone, take as friends,
Remember, coffins don't have brands,

Some shed tears to divert their hearts,
Some smile to hide their broken parts.
Death is unseen, perhaps it is so pretty,
Once you are caught, then where's pity.

In crowded people, the unity I perceive,
Lifting the dead and tumbling the alive;
Who can say which night will be the last,
and when we are going to bite the dust.

So my friends, be loving while living,
with rules of life — taking and giving;
Always welcome others with greeting,
God knows, which is our last meeting?