Ode to death <br />In your eyes, I wither old, <br />Bade farewell to old, germinate to new <br />Yesterday never comes, today can’t hold <br />Every man desire to live long <br />But no man wishes to be old <br />Once ye are old, thou age cannot be sold <br />Softness of wrinkle feels the age <br />There left a little flapping page <br />Where we shall sow some poem <br />Once they would read my epigrams <br />Through eyes do blur and ear go deaf? <br />Body weak, heart so young <br />Nodded besides the fireside heaven <br />Shelter nooks and corner <br />Those trembling hands hobble to beg <br />And as it reaches each delicious ending <br />Every one shall shed tear thy grave <br />Let me pen a line of glorious tone <br />Written a plaintive song <br />Tis not content so soon to be alone <br />Journey of death cannot be wrong <br /> <br />A poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver) <br />BHUTAN POWER CORPORATION LIMITED <br />SAMDRUPJONGKHAR.BHUTAN <br />Email-kezang_dawa@yahoo.com <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Kezang Dawa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-death-6/
