Since the time you are born, death waits
slinging around evry corner of every day
sharpening its claws, for you, only once
one is a lorn number, never a two
never a three, and never a few
and the day that once comes at last
you wont know it, you missed it, for all you waited for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like an alarm clock set Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............