My precious life was given to me
I still don't know why.
When time will come, I'll melt like sugar in tea
No substance, just a hint of a smile.
I won't produce anything, no kids,
No things, nothing to touch.
For living I've played piano you see,
Therefore gathered as much.
If life was for pleasure
Like sex or food
Than why so much guilt would come.
If life was for pain,
Like betrayal or loss,
Than why so little regret afterwards
Or none wold ever come.
My precious life
© Copyright: Ирена Полякова, 2009
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