Who would repine against the fate
When life has given you the chances?
The precious time is all you take
And all you have is stolen glances.
Among the victories you've won
In the severity of seasons
Please, try and find no less than one
The most sensible of reasons!
That makes you push along the way,
And gives you strength that moves you forward.
Your stolen moments of today
Will turn to painful guilt tomorrow.
Still if you count your days on Earth,
They are so few, so short and numbered.
You don't know what you're worth
Unless you live with endless hunger.
You feel alive, you are, indeed!
The taste of stolen joy is pleasing.
Its tight embraces are so sweet,
Forever tempting, always teasing...
Stolen happiness
© Copyright: Энрайт, 2012
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