Outcast

How deep is your sorrow, pal?
How bitter was your swift and hurried parting?
You didn't dare to say 'Farewell'
In the face of your destiny
Your 'Bye' was dropped like penny in a fountain.

You knew that leaving her forever
will surely hurt most delicate of all souls unbearably.
Your ambitious star, shining at your endeavour,
Looked indifferently from above
And burned to ashes your heart’s softness mercilessly.

Your choice was calculated well, no doubt.
The other wouldn’t do it otherwise if asked to asses the bet.
Why then after so many years being withered out
Your sorrow is deeper still
And your heart under cold ashes is crying bitter in regret?

With reasonable mind you’ve covered everything:
Gave price for every move of heart, for every incentive
Your bet was wrong, my friend, you’ve lost, are left with nothing.
All, you have cherished, now gone,
What you so cautiously amassed, turned out to be deceptive.

Why these regrets then about all you threw away?
Look how scorched and bent your ever mourning soul is now.
Among all your bills heart’s greatest debt you’ll never be able to pay.
You are a pauper in your spirit, en outcast.
Your life costs nothing, not a dime, your time is running out.

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http://www.stihi.ru/2017/04/08/3700