One of the wonderful men
was being tested for Alzheimer's
when he was accused of not voting,
when he did
and saw them cross off his name.
If he paid the fine
they'd assume he had it
and would touch him again next time.
He wondered
if everyone turning 60
was tested like that
to help them pay their way.
But then again,
he was
one of the wonderful men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem