Through this routine of every day
We often hear people say:
"I would be happy..." or "I was..."
And then they start to damn
The powerful and prosperous
And ask: "Why not I am?"
If you were seeking as a gain
A single treasure for your heart
And found at last, and lost again
Fulfilling the unhappy part
The fate had kept for you to try,
You probably would go insane.
So very often we rely
On things that are in vain.
Why is it not at all enough
To be alive in sanity?
To this proposal only laugh
Is heard in harsh reality
A man enslaves his happiness
In word of wish and greed
But harmony cannot exist unless
There is no one in need.
What is the aim that we live for?
What price do we consider worth
To pay to stay a little more
On this unfair earth?
But really happy is the one
Who, left to breathe no more,
At last can say that he has done
All he once came here for.
Happiness
© Copyright: Владимир Владимирович Марченко, 2017
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Nice poem...)
It's full of meaning.
But, to be honest, i used google partly. shame on me))
Everything easy to forget, esp. english(
^^
Анна Нецветаева 12.09.2017 00:07 • Заявить о нарушении
It's full of meaning.
But, to be honest, i used google partly. shame on me))
Everything easy to forget, esp. english(
^^
Анна Нецветаева 12.09.2017 00:07 • Заявить о нарушении