There were times when I thought I was rich,
There were times I thought I won’t survive,
I always stayed at middle of the bridge
That the extremities unites.
Accounts time has finally approached,
With poetry the only excuse,
I know I’ll be so much reproached
If it will turn to be of no use.
Self-epitaph
© Copyright: Виктор П.С., 2008
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