Have you ever?

Have you ever noticed
People who starve,
Eating shit instead of food?

You can see them outside,
Not saying a word,
Trying not to notice you…

Have you ever seen an
Artist, playing,
Playing his last part?

He’s not crying,
He’s just dying
To wake up in
Your best dreams…

Have you ever imagined
Yourself, writing verse
Somewhere out there,

Understanding that
A poet and a beggar,
With renegade’s eyes –
All mix up in you?

What’s wrong now?
Simply calm down and sit,
You’ve got no problem:
Tomorrows won’t end!
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You know, I mean it,
There’s nothing to worry
About or fall into sorrow:

They (these poet-beggars)
Don’t push SOS or
Abort Mission buttons,

Don’t ask for your help –
Maybe too sensitive
Or just broken down,

Without face, without names,
Perishing in the battle,
Yet not ready for death…

Have you ever noticed
Me among them
With my eyes opened wide?

It’s no lie, no game,
No catch here now:
I like it all as it is!

Only one thing shies me:
I can’t recognize You
In this pale mob.