I see the end... It’s here already...
My lovely kids, Oh, you were grate!
Please, tell me now: "Thank you daddy",
Tomorrow it’ll be too late.
I know that overcome rush hour,
you’ll come to see, could be "tomorrow",
my name on grave with sadness, sorro,
wadoring with a basket flower.
And tears’ stream will touch my heart
thru thick and heavy concrete falling...
with warmth and tender overloading... But
I need it now. Not "tomorrow".
So make me just a single phone call,
which is to me like air important,
don’t leave me after all an orphan,
I pray for you, I cry, I bawl.
Don’t blame a fortune. Life is by stages
some time so sweet, some time amaro,
just keep in mind we’re not for ages,
so do it now, not "tomorrow".
I wish your life be always sunny,
so people watch your smile so shining,
like upright little baby laughter’s
today, tomorrow and thereafter.
I need it now
© Copyright: Феликс Гарунц, 2024
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