The visitor before me

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Had come too late when entering the garret
where Arthur had his bed.
On the blanket a pen and his writing block had fallen on the floor.
Picked it up and here is what I read:
Now that my last journey has begun I’m free of fear,
the beginning of night is a soft blanket that gives me comfort.
There is no sadness in my heart
and I harbour no resentment against life,
I’m filled with gladness and gratitude
for all the people I’ve met
and there is no space for trivial hate!
Hallo old friend what are you doing here?
Come closer I enjoy so much your smile
and the humor in your eyes,
come closer still let me shake your hand!!