I am just a little mouse and scared as I can be
As I wonder what the future holds in store for me.
I am scared of that silent killer that steals up quietly,
And I know that when it comes, it will be the end of me.
If it was something I could see, I'd know just what to do.
But when I cannot see it, it sneaks right up on you.
Those germs of that disease seem to be just everywhere,
And they'll get me in the end, even though I take great care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem