I do not know, yet, why, and where, and when,
Still not sure of with whom and how,
But, some day, I shall make my nest, my den,
And a pure virgin field I shall plough…
Then, I’ll plant it with seed, and Love, and Joy –
Just warm sun and clear skies for the ceiling –
And a beautiful girl and a bright handsome boy
Shall come forth to this world of fair feeling…
I shall teach ’em to Love, Understanding, Belief,
They’ll see never too much of my Sorrow and Grief…
‘T will be then, that all tired like an ancient gnome,
Covered all in my soft poppy-cotton,
I shall finally pass to my last earthly home,
To forget… and, I hope, be forgotten…
AZ 26.02.05
A time shall come
© Copyright: Александр Здориков, 2005
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