Who spares for whom space in his heart?
Even trees drop dry leaves apart,
Ways of this world— be well aware:
If dead, your own burns you up bare.
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Once out of sight, out of mind! That's the way of the world! The dead ones are soon forgotten and life moves on as before. We see it in Nature too! The trees shed yellowing leaves. They lie down and disintegrate with the soil. Enjoyed this philosophical piece!
Yes, ways of the world that has to move on, There's no time to waste on those gone. Thanks for the comments.
Wow sir poet you did an impressive job translating it into great rhyming verse. Excellent poem.
I wonder if someone can throw light on the original poet.