The Good Old Man. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

The good old man died happy.
His family welcomed his death
With tambourine and clarinet.
His friends danced and drank
And talked of him mild and frank.
But his enemies were so sorry
He left them in such a hurry.
They promised to do him well
If ever they met him in hell.
The good old man died happy
His festive life he left behind
His joy was of all sorts and kind
He never let a small chance
Go by without him dance
With the gods and the satans.
‘Life's so short', he used to say
‘Take of it what you may;
Never mind what's coming next
Leave it for the worse or the best;
Take your share and move away'.
‘Life‘s so short‘, he used to say
The good old man who passed away.