If a man sees another man die
he'll be sad and he might even cry.
Though his thinking will be
'thank you God, it ain't me, '
it's a taste of the final Good-Bye.
It's from kindnesss that this is just so.
We all know that we WILL have to go.
But to make for less fuss
He does break it to us
in instalments, as quid pro quo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem