Warning: I am a terrible poet. Read at your own risk.
I did not want to live a hundred—
it is too much bear!
To look back on yesterday’s sorrows
and live today in scare.
I did not want to live a hundred
and watch my children die.
For then, in their pain,
I could only cry.
I do not want to live a hundred—
a long life does not really matter.
If life has too little kindness,
then a short life is better.