He coughed, there was a fear,
spasmodic waves at random times,
the threat of death?
Then he relaxed,
there would be time
so many things to still arrange,
they're called affairs.
So he was safe until the day
he let her win,
give in to nagging and
all troubles float your way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem