Today I, tomorrow you
What are we to do when tomorrow comes,
What mugs to enter,
What will be said,
Which mode will come there,
Maybe,
We were there crowned king.
Peace and quiet,
Silence at all - that's the best reward.
Crown away Throw maybe
Scepter and orb,
Freedom for all present to us with his master's shoulder,
Having eaten enough, all washed down with what was spur of the moment,
The writers - fiction content sitting,
Prophets, and not just clog the brain,
There will come tomorrow, I promise,
But in 50 years
There will come tomorrow
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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