Death be not proud

Death Be Not Proud by Jhon Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull,
for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroak; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Para aquellos que creen en la vida eterna, como tu abuela. Descansa en paz, tu deseo mas grande desde hace 9 meses se ha cumplido, ahora estas con tu viejito disfrutando de la felicidad para siempre. Te quiero.