Within a humble coffin,
purchased with collected coins,
was the already worn face of my father.
Beside him I lived half century of sufferings.
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So sad and beautiful, those last two lines. One thing he had, I guess, was a loving family.
An extremely poignant narrative. The life of a poor old man has been described with pathos: At his death I breathed deep: / ' No more anguish.' / On this earth, there is nothing as sad as a death / without having lived.