How could people die, I'd ask
In the springtime of youth
Most ignorant, find
Now I know, why people die at last
When the aches and the pains
Persuade, the mind
For they pass
And pass
As all do in time
And the new want of me
Is mine
This time
Because now, there is no one
Who remembers my ask
Noone outlives the time
Dying is fine