Old age is no honour
It's just a coward way to go funny enough we all want it.
Life, full of uncertainty.
Death is certainty, for it is the only thing that is certain.
It is the only cure to everything
Life is a pathway to unending suffering yet we strive for it
'The world is a dream and death is the only interpreter'
In the long run we all live to die
One by one it will take us all
Who dies, dies and who lives, lives
So live your own life, for you'll die your own death. But those who truly die are the ones that have been forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem