Why am I not made out of stone
I would live forever, wouldn't I.
I might weather a little in a rain or snow
But I will be here, won't I.
Why am I not made out of metal
I would never die, wouldn't I
I might rust a little in a rain or snow
But I won't disappear, won't I.
Why am I not made out of wood
If fire won't burn me I'll be fine
I might fade a little in a rain or snow
But I am not THAT vain, am I.
Why am I not a sculptor or painter
or crafter or writer or else
I would have made me out of wood or stone
or metal or anything else.
Alas, I feel that Death is with me
Like a loving and faithful friend
I will disappear, won't I, won't I
But how I wish I was something else.
Why I am not made out of stone
© Copyright: Ирена Полякова, 2009
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