I want to tell you a story
About a young English boy.
He always dreamt about glory
And only it could bring him joy.
And all the things he did too well,
He tried to be the best,
His life became a kind of hell,
He never stopped to have a rest.
He was an outstanding man,
He had achieved a lot.
He never walked, he always ran,
But happiness still had he not.
When it was time for him to die
He understood at last
That he had never even tried
To live not so fast,
That he had never seen Sunrise,
The Moon, the stars, rays of the Sun.
He understood - it wasn't wise
To live a life like he had done.
A story
© Copyright: Александра Приступа, 2007
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Gosh,wonderful!I liked your poem so much!Indeed sometimes we live and do not notice sunrise,beauty of the nature,sky as we are immune!Hope that many people will understand your wondrous poem!With warmth,Diana!
Диана Давоян 01.10.2007 23:39 • Заявить о нарушении
Диана Давоян 01.10.2007 23:39 • Заявить о нарушении
Diana, thanks a lot! Thank you for your attention and warm comment! It's extremely pleasant for me!
Best regards,
Alexandra.
Александра Приступа 02.10.2007 08:57 Заявить о нарушении
Best regards,
Alexandra.
Александра Приступа 02.10.2007 08:57 Заявить о нарушении