MARY (ORIGINAL POEM)

It is now, two years long ago, when I shook her hand,
one year ago, she went into ''The Promised Land'' ...
I asked her, then: ''Hey Mary, how is your life?''
She was in the wheelchair, it cut her like a knife ...
I hope that she has found mercy in the Heaven,
writing about her and tick, tack, it is pm - eleven ...
It is really, really sad, but I do not shed the tears,
I had known her very well, for many, many years ...
I asked her the most stupid question, I feel the pain
and around my heart, I am wearing an iron chain ...
I heard, when she was dying, that she was brave,
all in vain, but I will apologize to her at her grave ...