How Sad It Is To Die! Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

It might even be true
and wonderful
that we'll just shut our eyes and fly away,
awakening to pure joy
but just seeing how ugly our faces have become
our bodies, our hearts
powerless
as we slip
unable to stop,
makes it useless to breathe,
what's the point?
Just admit it:
"We have to,
we all have to."
And there are no doors,
no way out.
How sad it will be to die!
But that's all right.
It means that I loved life.