Problem

I am a coward fearful of Death,

I am a coward fearful of Life:

They are two vast secrets, Life and Death;

Two great traitors are they, Death and Life.

Garlanded in roses, passes Life;

With a heavy pall, approaches Death;

And none in her flight can detain Life,

And none in her coming can detain Death.

I am a miser, on guard his treasure before,

The heart's precious treasure-those whom I adore.

I tend my flowers mourning that they are dear.

I would not lose them!-for this reason I

"Wait!" unto Life in my agony cry; .

And "Back!" shriek to Death, shivering with fear.

Alfredo Gömez Jaime