Old people are afraid of death.
But we are young, so we are deathless.
We want to burn, we've lost no faith.
We are embraced by angels' feathers.
Old people are afraid of death.
But we have kids, babes or teenagers.
We've lost a lot, but have much yet.
We've found no love, but turned to prayers.
Old people are afraid of death.
But we are not. We are too busy.
We pray for help, for peace, for health
For our parents, friends and kiddies.
Old people are afraid of death.
And so am I, as I am human.
But those who died are all engraved
In something more than life, I'm sure.
07/01/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem