Acrostic To My Brother

Юрий Розвадовский

Tell me, my brother,
Or not ever tell.
Be just another
Or live here as well.
Right roads are nowhere
In this devlish pelf.
Save pride and honour,
Respect of yourself.
Oh, life's been waiting
Zigzags of fates,
Vulgar acquaintances,
Angry debates.
Do or do not,
Or you choose the third way -
Very adventures,
Strangest long play.
Keys from your happiness just in your hands -
You must be kind to your intimate friends.

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Is it about your native brother or about your friend, Yuri? I suppose the second is the case, because of the last word of the verse. But I may also be mistaken...
In either case a very good and honest verse!
My respect!
Valery

Валерий Шувалов 07.03.2008 22:15 • Заявить о нарушении

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Thank you very much, Valery! This poem is about my senior brother Boris. You know, the "acrostic" is a special versial composition in which sets of initial letters of the lines. So if you can read the first letters (vertically) you'll guess the key:"To Boris Rozvadovsky".
Thank you again for your attention.
Sincerely yours,
Yuriy

Юрий Розвадовский 08.03.2008 02:29 Заявить о нарушении

Thanks for your explanation, Yuri. I didn't really know that, but now I do!

All the best to you,
Valery

Валерий Шувалов 08.03.2008 14:07 Заявить о нарушении

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