The news came in a muted way,
A car accident the reporters say.
I knew him, and he would have wanted it this way.
Too young too die they said,
But too old in his ways too live.
He was stuck behind his mind,
He brought it upon himself,
I’m sure he didn’t want it this way.
The obituary was what he wanted to read,
Death of an actor,
Passed on and gone away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem