The young man kissed the dust
To kiss his beloved no more
His own time to a halt
And his desires no more but naught
The messenger’s message fainteth the mother
What strength is the father’s but weariness
Friends and foes united by the cruel hands of death
What then be man but nothing
Here cometh the shroud
And the washer’s gloves
To bath and to bath no more
Here is the end
Heads are bowed
And hisses and kicks
So, every man thinketh of his nothingness
And each man, his preacher
The proud one divorces his contumely
And the desires of the egoist, death vaineth
The sick heart is cured
And the carefree seeketh for the meaning of life
In sooth, we all shall die
The low and the high
Matters not, if you run or fly
Want to escape death? No need to try
Death doth destroys all pleasures
Robs us of our treasures
For the rest we solemnly clamour
It gives us for no Kobo
Death is no punishment
In the grave is no entertainment
If death be a punishment truly
Why take the bad, good and godly
Life is not a game
Not an animal we can tame
Regardless of our name and fame
Soon, shall we be a tale
This is our reality
Staring at us harshly
Death leaves room for no debate
And its coming is of no announced date.
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