'Old men always
go to the hospital
for treatment
having their
blood monitored
and for their routine
medical check up
the truth is that
they are trying
to prolong their life
that is why some people
who see them
walking slowly
and in their suffering
are fascinated...
that they are still alive
and trying to survive
what they don't know
is that these old men
are counting their days
by themselves
knowing nobody cares
for them as they walk
knowing they will
not be missed
if they are gone
an acceptance and
reality in life
that when death comes
it's just as simple
and ordinary.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem