If only I had time to think
But the only thing left is to blink
No time to feel, life is too hasty
Dreams are gone, poems are nasty
Singer sings in her leisure time
It costs her even less than a dime
But for her concerts she's given thous
While my ones are somehow called rows
The world is like a great cage
The ones inside filled with rage
Those outside are the masters
Behave yourself or face the disasters!
The night's on the city. The Lust.
The Sins. The Money. The Dust.
Potential residents are on another edge
They have nothing but their lives to pledge
Now. What is it that's truly fair?
The love and the mother's care -
They are so simple and so easy to find.
Whoever you are, have this in mind.
The unfair things and those fair left
© Copyright: Андрей Крысанов, 2011
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I can't but agree -
I'm a mother!
I've found my happiness. Yes!
I do what I must -
I am lucky
To have and to give kids the best!
Ирина Крикунова 16.03.2014 03:32 • Заявить о нарушении
I'm a mother!
I've found my happiness. Yes!
I do what I must -
I am lucky
To have and to give kids the best!
Ирина Крикунова 16.03.2014 03:32 • Заявить о нарушении