We are friends from the first grade
Both of us many mistakes have made.
Much situations were left in the shade
When there was given the first aid.
But now you are grown-up, you’re eighteen,
It’s four years more than fourteen
You’ll see the world you haven’t seen
Cause your life became a submarine.
I wish you luck and happy days
Your patience more to rise and raise
Good people only on your ways
And never you to cry or haze.
18.12.10
For O. Apopij
© Copyright: Ди Мэй, 2011
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