Death is the abrupt end of life
Hurts the beloved as sharply as a knife
It is regarded with terror by most men
For none knows how it comes, or even why or when
People are apt to think that it is a good end
Of us, poor sinners, who all know will never mend
And God has been kind in ending our life here
For the extremes man may go to, is the basis of their fear.
Death has many meanings for different sorts of persons
For the motherland, it is an additional loss of her sons
And for the city or town, its one less in a lac
One more, on the pathway, that is the dead men’s track
For the family and relations, a picture of grief is drawn
Their tears and their sorrow, for the member who has gone
Makes them pale and haggard and look tired and worn
They cry for the person they had regarded as their own
For the community it means the loss of a member
Who for his services, all will long remember
For his mates it will be the loss of a good friend
Whose life, they surmise, has at last, reached the end
For the lawyer it means the reading up of the will
Of the client who is now cold, silent and still
And for the business partner, it is clearing up the bills
And handling a great deal, without any ill-will
For the grave-digger it’s just another job
For the master of ceremonies – a cold and tedious job
And for the numerous people that gather by the grave
It s the end of an acquaintance, who was friendly and yet brave
And for our Creator, its calling back to his domain
Yet another person whose life has been of gain
As well as being of pain, and also half in vain
Of the obedient man, who has been acknowledging his Reign
It also means calling to task the atheists of the world
Who, at religion, had contemptuously, their lips curled
But above all, it’s the end of our short sojourn on earth
Where we had been tarrying ever since our birth