There was a thing called anger
that he didn't knew
untill one day
Death came to him and said
'this is not yet the time'
That was the day
when he had the car accident
that made him no longer able
to move his two legs and one arm
for the rest of his life.
'this is not yet the time....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
story not ready to be finished.... you cant always walk away when you want to!