The heaven-man takes a break
On his long way to work
Catching his breath
He looks down
Surveying what has to be done
He is calm and unflustered
Thinking of the lonely day ahead
High up above it all
Serving all the needs that have to be met below
Then he continues on his way
Up and up and up and up and up
Until he reaches his glass cabin
With his monitors, his commands and his controls
I lie on my hospital bed
And think of my last few days
Glad that the heaven-man is up there
Keeping an eye on things
And helping when and where he can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem