I met a doctor who had cancer,
He could not believe it was stage four.
At sixty, to me he was younger,
He said he still had a lot to live for.
I saw the despair in his eyes,
The hopelessness there and the great pain.
Life is so short and before we realize
Our days are ending, a brief time remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem