‘In that day the root of Jesse, who stands for an ensign of the people, him the Gentiles shall beseech, and his sepulchre shall be glorious.’
Think on the very làmentable pain,
Think on the piteous cross of woeful Christ,
Think on His blood beat out at every vein,
Think on His precious heart carvèd in twain,
Think how for thy redemption all was wrought:
Let Him not lose what He so dear hath bought.
Debauched and defiled;
His climactic perversion
Was a deathbed conversion.
Had a death sentence upon her:
Though it’s tough to discuss,
Yet sometimes it’s lupus.
Apparently, that there is a Japanese death poem.
A toast to three friends at a party celebrating their fortieth birthdays.
Forty came and forty went
A blink, and half our lives were spent
We never thought of what it meant
When mortgage took the place of rent
We’d no more borrow, we would own
Trade house of straw for house of stone
We’d make a stand and cease to roam
We’d claim a house and make it home
Foundations lent a sense of worth
But shadows dimmed our middled mirth
We had been tending here since birth
A slab of stone, a plot of earth
But I love you, and you, and you
So raise a glass, and then raise two
At forty years, we learn what’s true
We always were just passing through