Author Hiroaki Sato I vomit blood at year's end while laid up ill.I just recall how my condition resembles my teacher's.Our lives are determined by Yama's registry.Someone useless like me is always forgotten. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments