At the ripe old age of seventy-four,
With nothing better to do,
I sat in McDonald's sipping a cup of coffee
And watching the latest news on their TV.
An acquaintance spotted me, approached, and asked,
'Just killing time? '
I paused for a moment and then replied,
'No, time is killing me! '
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I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done. Don't let time just kill you, though. Keep busy. Learn to play chess or find another hobby. Write some more poems. I know there are more inside you, just trying to get out!