Equality - Ισότητα Poem by Kostas Lagos
Equality - Ισότητα
Doesn't matter if you have money or not
We all will end up buried in our family plot
Grim Reaper is coming for every one of us
Raise up your glasses and let us drink a lot
Πλούσιοι και φτωχοί ποιο μας χωρίζει κόμμα;
Όλους θα μας βάλουνε βαθιά μέσα στο χώμα
Πάντοτε για το Θεριστή θα είμαστε το στάρι
Ανοίχτε τα κρασοβάρελα να γίνουμ' όλοι λιώμα
So true, death equalizes. In death, our fingers are open. We can't get anything. We have to live life the fullest. A beautifully crafted and well executed quatrain.
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4/20/2024 1:03:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
though death is equalizer yet, in life stranger each to other!