The priest and the poet
and the terminally ill,
all know me.
The soldier and the general,
both obey me
and serve as my minions.
To some I am the end
of all knowing
and to others,
a time of peace and rest
Some seek me
and others curse me
and I visit heroes and fools
and the rich and the poor
and time or destiny
brings me to everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem