Sometimes I think of life’s many weird ways,
Of many unwalked paths and many unlived days,
Of the things unachieved and what makes me proud
And of the reasons for you and I never working out,
Then I tell myself: everything happens the way it does,
You don’t control fate’s turns, it’s life that controls us,
So, if you are gone, lost with no trace or a single sign,
I will never plunge into endless sorrow, will never sigh,
Think of you as bitter reminiscence of the forgotten pain,
Enjoy the little good things life rewards me with today.
Sometimes
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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