My mom was told
I'd die very young
before my teens
so I'm told
nine siblings died young
few nearing 83
13th sample
I'm still living
DNA is just basics
blood groups are different
each one for himself
brain's synapses
continue to rebuild
new creature
like you and me
is born to live
die
when time's breeze
wills
drink fresh water
or distill
Who lives or who dies? Who is to say know one can say anyone at any age can be hit by death. Great poem yeps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee MAN LONG TIME NO SEE