Ode to death br In your eyes, I wither old, br Bade farewell to old, germinate to new br Yesterday never comes, today can’t hold br Every man desire to live long br But no man wishes to be old br Once ye are old, thou age cannot be sold br Softness of wrinkle feels the age br There left a little flapping page br Where we shall sow some poem br Once they would read my epigrams br Through eyes do blur and ear go deaf? br Body weak, heart so young br Nodded besides the fireside heaven br Shelter nooks and corner br Those trembling hands hobble to beg br And as it reaches each delicious ending br Every one shall shed tear thy grave br Let me pen a line of glorious tone br Written a plaintive song br Tis not content so soon to be alone br Journey of death cannot be wrong br br A poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver) br BHUTAN POWER CORPORATION LIMITED br SAMDRUPJONGKHAR.BHUTAN br Email-kezangdawa@yahoo.