When you die, inadvertently,
All at once say: "That's the trouble,
How can you, so to get away from everyone,
Not saying goodbye forever!
Where parents watched?
Where then, the school was looking?
Where was the regional district?
Where the availability of medicine?
Why then deputy us? "
All our problems today,
Everyone is now their blockages,
And at night, even the family.
And everyone dreams to fulfill
And finally relax,
During the working week,
To the envy of everyone in the service road,
Lying on the pavement itself,
But to this callous life
More never breathe!
More never
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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