I have this friend who follows me around
Since early days I can remember well.
And every time I am down on the ground,
He gives his hand and wishes me so well.
He never sleeps and never puts on pressure.
Though, on occasion, when I am alone
And feeling down with my own depression,
He kindly invites me home.
I never went with him, declining invitation.
I never looked into his eyes, nor felt his breath.
But one midnight when I had such intention,
I asked his name and he replied: "Death".
15.06.07
Friend
© Copyright: Евгений Касевин, 2008
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