The Man

The Man
I am 88 no more to live, no more to live
Die is what I need to, live is what I hate to
Laugh is what I need to , Cry is what I hate to
My tale a fearful one, never went to be fun


I die in peace today where no man will know,
I won’t have a decent burial in this snow.
Family members will come to know too late,
By then I should have crossed my fate.

I may die over here, but you don’t care about me.
The world will carry on as it needs to, none will stop for me.
I am not asking you to ,I know you have better things to do.
Than giving a decent burial to me.


I am dying in the shivering temperature of Russia,
Where no one cares about me.
Where I am lying in the shadow of a small hut,
Which is like heaven for me.