Not to flee from my neighbor`s dog
Or from my wife's flying pot
Just to die and stop
With no pain, no rust
Just what I like most
With nothing as a must
And when I met, and face,
The God of the Gods
For my last game of Chess
He will, to me, confess:
'I've invented my self
Just to have
A comfortable Death'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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