In retrospective analysis,
We all prefer our lives extended
But there is always something that quits
And chooses its own stairway instead
No one knows this could be your last kiss
Or why all those promises misled
You're now on capped time, so reminisce
And avoid the color of death, red
Perchance grim reaper will just dismiss
you on this extended period
The Grim Reaper has by-passed me many times on his way to get someone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Promises of eternity do dismiss when the reaper decides. This verse, D.N, , is absolutely brilliant!