Al Quotion. (№ 153750)

Thank you, God, for sin,
For silence and for fatigue,
For my time
for a hoary old age.
Incurable disease
The end of life, and hope,
The last step in silent song,
Our coffin and white clothes.
Because the body betrays
We slow burial,
For something that will end the flight
The last heartbeat.
For what you want to live
The moments of happiness to the churchyard,
For that old love
The whole world is just so hopeless.