Be so old, as very young,
Remember every lucky day.
And never mind rain or sun,
Remake the same and the same.
Your life is long, your death is quick,
Upon a time in your flight.
You will be take another brick,
And make a choice — black or white.
This day you named — first and last.
All feeling subject free of charge.
But making future in the past,
Is very difficult and hard.
Because of this I understand,
That nothing can be foundation.
I’ll better like to kiss girls hands,
If our hands don’t need for nation.
I don’t know black or white,
I don’t know what is better,
I only tried, all life I tried,
To wright for God this poor letter.
Letter for God
© Copyright: Гришка, 2003
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