There Left Uncertain Time

Of course there is time and no need to hurry For young men whose hands are strong And hearts do nothing wrong. But Death is an inherited burden Our strong shoulders cannot carry. we meet death in strange streets and sometimes it nods away but in some other, it leads our way. I hate not death more But still not love life less. I fear not its coming But do not fancy it’s never coming at all. And if you say with critic’s eye That I subconsciously want never to die I must reply with utmost care ‘yes, indeed sir, not while I’m young’.