His Last Day Poem by Fate McFate
His Last Day
They all surround him life flies on a carcass
Contemplating about his end of days
He struggles to grasp little air
To see more days.
Maybe they had had enough of him
I think he owed them nothing
Not even gratitude
For them to observe his last breath.
A glass of milk would have helped maybe
But all their money was for the same water
That he took to lie like a specimen
Or it's all their journey; and they see their own end of race.
I can't help either
Not that he owes me nothing
Or... Am just like them
Watching an end of a race
(C)Njuguna PM
An emotional write- death doing its routine and people doing theirs. Thanks, Dear Poet.
it was so sad to see how his 'friends' watched him die and did not help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 9:07:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
They all surround him life flies on a carcass- - ] missprint? life perhaps was supposed to be like? Contemplating about his end of days / He struggles to grasp little air / To see more days.- - - -] Life everywhere should be honored and when it is passing, it is a tragic thing.
it was so painful