Did you see the old man?
The one who just passed there?
I thought he wore a grimace as
The other old men we know.
Have you thought of why those
Others look with squeezed faces
Upon us who go scamper about in life?
it might be the vanity they see,
Or perhaps, the years they wasted,
Or just maybe, they do not want to die.
But if you wish you alive,
Will a frown secure it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem