A little girl once asked me
Oh so curiously
'What is death? '
I got really confused
I had no answer for her
How could I explain
Without ever lying to her
So I said;
There was this traveler
He walked and walked for so long
Finally, he got so very tired
And before he knew it
He fell into a deep sleep
That is 'Death' my sweetness
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem