In a cottage near Tibet
an old man in his bed
lies expecting that
which all of us will face
there's nothing on his mind
he's old and nearly blind
he leaves no one behind
a little more ahead
two figures lightly tread
then suddenly stop dead
and turn towards the shed
then
one walks towards the place
where the old man rests his face
on his old and washed out pillow case
the figure step by step
gets closer to the shed
and then to the man's bed
the old man turned his head
to face the figure at his bed
"Finally..." he said.