But by then
twill be late
your eyes wont be awake
you won't know the answer
of all your Whys
take it from me ere we die
as life ages
in stages
towards the end are faster paces
quicker races
blinking eyes
blocked nose
weary sight
need overdose
of drops to keep them wet and alive
you can't see
you can't hear
whose calling
but still think
GOD is calling
out for me
INQUIRING
where is he...
let him come and take me
I've had a warm bath already
now I will not smell
tell me what perfume to wear
I won't like to
in front of him be bare
Tell me why
ere I cry
I know the answer why
We now don't want to die
let us again
our hair dye
wear a wig and stay on
with a broader smile
why worry
ageing is a phenomenon but naturally
will come to each
none will be spared
by God
so FAIR
to one and all
So be ready
daily he calls me
but doesn't come
why fear HIM
he will some day
one day
if not today
when
HE is free
COME WILL
HE
Then have no
PLEA
Go will ye
all whys answered
clearly
any left sms me
SAME COPY PASTE REMARKS HOPE U MODERATE EVERY NOW AND THEN AND MY THANKS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is truth but why this truth is revealed after death, we need God more in the present life? A question that has no reply. A philosophic poem, well wrote my friend.