How will the weather be,
and how, and when, will I die?
Will it be sunny or raining,
when it's time to say goodbye?
Will I resent the glass,
wishing it held more sand?
Perhaps I'll just be ready
when it's time to leave this land
Might I have done enough
to depart willingly,
Or will I mourn for ever
The more that never will be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem