Each time a relative passes away,
I move up the Death List that very same day.
Month after Month I move nearer the top.
There is only one way It will ever stop.
As I become the Oldest on the family tree,
I can feel all there eyes looking at me.
They dont mean to do it,
but do it they do.
Just wait and see when It happens to you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem