When will I die? How will I die?
Will I see my grand children? or will I bore no child?
Will I die in pride or in shame?
Will those looking upon my corpse say this is a great man, or will they say a fool has left the earth?
These were the questions I ask myself as I watch my grand father fall to lasting sleep yesterday.
Oh how I wish I know these answer, how I wish they will be whispered to me.
Cause am proud of my grand father, he die a Great Man.
