Would you if you could give up your God's,
If you look old then youth to death you gave away.
Look to he or she that at the end of life when science
Stopped in,
And intervened to live beyond a life to short because
Of death all that was you that went away.
Dylon Thomas went in the end, to where he's at and
Cannot find the river where we swim in and that is what
We are, that's forever gone away.
Would you and you not wish to get it back and start again
To leave a mark on mind and soul?
Old age has left it's mark on all the rich and poor to
Suffering how you did before you went away!
So fight the dark live the good life but people are the way
They are, our life when done, this gift we gave away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad reflection upon Death- comparing it to only giving away life: as if it is something we choose to do. Upsetting but compelling and poetic.