A man whom I saw
Active in his partner's business
He was a slim man
Joy in his work and life
He wasn't fat
He looked in good health
One day I heard
He was dead a few days ago
The last I saw him
He walked to buy his dinner
I came to realize
Slim or fat makes no difference
If Death comes at the door
Nobody can escape
He has his duty
We were born; live and die
Going to paradise?
It will be in the valley of the souls
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