You’ve come to fifty years old.
The crowd is at the table.
My woman asked me not to be cold
Though I have a label.
They closed me way to the garden green
They built against me a wall.
The only silence answers me.
No smile, no word – that’s all.
I want to see your happy face,
May all your dreams come true.
Let money fills enough your case,
Let home be the crew.
27.08.05.
At the Wall
© Copyright: Бобыкин Владимир, 2009
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Why do you say that you have a label?
Are you the thing that was put on the table?
Марина Хрусталёва 2 05.07.2009 08:14 • Заявить о нарушении
Are you the thing that was put on the table?
Марина Хрусталёва 2 05.07.2009 08:14 • Заявить о нарушении
Dear Marine Girl. To stick one a label is to treat one not well or badly.
Бобыкин Владимир 05.07.2009 09:01 Заявить о нарушении
Бобыкин Владимир 05.07.2009 09:01 Заявить о нарушении