It crossed my mind,
          early yesterday morning:
          That he could leave any time,
          "You never know" I thought
          and then forgot about it.

          But in the evening
          I got the message,
          That the friendly old man
          who always takes a stroll
          in our street
          with his little white-brown dog,
          had fallen down - from the stairs
          straight into heaven.

          Goodbye, dear man.
          Thank you
          for your acts of kindness.
          Be well,
          as will be
          my remembrance of you.