Death follows the sane or the insane?
To who I owe the pleasure of my death,
To the dog who does he's bidding or the devil himself,
To whom ever it be,
My answer will shall be the same,
Not today death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...interesting idea but unfortunately we really have no control over when our day of death will be do we? I tend to believe it's more left up to fate. But I like this piece also because it makes the reader stop and ruminate.