Life doesn't end
At the start of new years
Nor when years end
This life is still here
It ends there and then
But which there is here?
And which then is when?
The end will be clear
The wise and noble elder
Sees this world as it is
Without a fear of death
Their existence is pure bliss
And you know that they are a hundred
And only sixty years are you
You can be the oldest in the world
You can be onehundredtwenty too
But when you reach the border
You won't need to worry again
When there is here and death draws near
You'll know then and why and when |