When the time arrives
As it will eventually do
Don't wish me any other lives
Or the sky more blue;
Just let the blood run cold
Let the dust gradually settle
Let the shine fade from the gold
The stinging from the nettle;
For when the day is finally ending
Let it do so in it's own time
For the bough under the fruit is bending
The verses have lost their rhyme;
Please watch the light slowly fade
As a sunset behind the hill
Let the last card be played
When I have had my fill;
Don't cry and rush me anywhere
Just leave ajar the open door
And I will be waiting there
So we can meet once more.
Nice way of putting it. Death is part of life so we must accept it. Easier said than done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply a very beautiful poem All we can hope for is a good death. A fine write sir.