Someday when you are OLD and FEEBLE, Howard,
think of your age and feel you should have cowered..
when, each year, YOUR 'number' just kept getting BIGGER..
while Death waited at your doorstep, on His face a snigger.
(September...22nd...2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting short work......thanks for sharing.