The man just passes on
Not very old I presume
Not quite a happy life I presume
Not long ago his wife passed away,
maybe he misses her.
Now wake up.
Death don't count age or whether you had a happy life
Who cares anyway.
You, you got to take care of yourself
Be selfish for yourself at least.
They say good people die young or young people die good.blah..
Life is life
Death is death.
They don't know each other.
I know death wears black, a uniform, hangs a sword, is tall..ugly dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem