I asked: «Oh, Father, can you tell
when love will ring up my doorbell?»
«How do I know? You'll see what's what.
Well, it may come and it may not».
«Oh, Father, I am strong and free,
where does the glory wait for me?»
«Who knows the place of rise? of fall?
The glory may not come at all».
I asked again below my breath:
«What can you tell about my death?»
«Well, I can say for sure, my son.
Some day it comes to everyone».