WHEN DEATH COMES IT DOESN’T NECESSARILY SAY ‘HELLO’
When Death comes it doesn’t necessarily say ‘hello’
Without a word it can finish you off completely-
In an instant suddenly when you are on your way to
Something else entirely
It gets you for good.
Death is not really very considerate-
It doesn’t care know how
And when it gets you
It gets you for good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem