I have this friend who follows me around
Since early days I can remember well.
And every time I'm 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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