Look at the picture,
Hanging there on the wall.
And at the rusty nail,
Which is stuck in it's hole.
Very soon it is going to fall,
And they are not going to be remembered,
By this world,
At all.
Rusty nails,
Hanging ropes,
Will be thrown down to their grave,
With the rest of their corpses.
Notice the faces,
Looking at us from the past.
Their present is locked in the past.
They will forever be young on the wall,
But they will die when the picture falls.
Their hopes and dreams will crash with the glass,
And we will have to remain,
In the same class.
For exams are to hard without them,
To pass.
It's so easy to break a tree,
But it is very hard to plant a new one,
On your knees.
Remember the faces and study their words,
For on them all the forest in the ground,
Holds.
Picture On The Wall
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2007
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