I know a gentle rugged little tall man
Beautiful and ugly dull and smart but with a plan
And got no regards for smile, cry or hiss
He is popularly called an inevitable
A type every Sane forbids its likable
He is he and she that sleeps with all sexes.
The only respect he gives to us
When all is back to void before us
We die blind and don’t see our lifeless selves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem