'Semi, won't you die for me? '
the asphalt called as the tornado screamed.
'Oh, I've been here for you all these years,
I've rescued you, now's your turn;
Semi won't you die for me? '
When the wind clears, unspoken words.
All the road has turned to dirt
under the Semi, sound and safe
a little piece of asphalt rests
beneath the Semi driver's grave;
'Oh, Semi won't you die for me? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem