Death,
So cruel,
So kind,
Has taken my worries away;
The ones I wished would stay.
Left the three I started with,
So the three obliged,
Now worries number five.
We know how worries grow,
They start so small, no worry at all,
Then they start to crawl.
From the outset, we beget worries,
They're life's windfall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Francie thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken