THE THOUGHT OF MY DEATH SADDENS ME
The thought of my death saddens me
I will hurt those who care for me
I will hurt those I most do not want to hurt
I will not be
And that thought saddens me-
Any power I had to help others will be gone
And I do not have any money to leave them
No compensation
Just the duties of burying me
And remembering-
I am old now
It won't be that long
The thought of my death saddens me
I will not be
And those who care for me
Will have some other burden to bear
In life which is not easy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
surely you've enough to pay for your funeral SF?