Why has a man become such cold
And anger blows out in his chest?
Why do the eyes of his get bold
And the heart’s not like in the past?
He cannot but reply too rude
And people wonder how he changed
He thinks that he was never cruel
But features swapped due to the age.
In strong command he wants to hold
Each person tenderly related
To his existence and his world;
But people do reject their hatred.
Cold look, indifferent glance and deeds
Dwell in his shallow selfish soul
He wanted help and now he needs
To help the others – it’s his goal.
25.06.2006.
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