What for?

You say you don't need me but
You sleep - my present sweater
Is next to you. I pray cut
Ice. It only matters.

What is sense of life?
As for me, I don't see
It in earning drive
When you just work as a bee.

You get money, eat and work.
What for it all? What about us?
What sense to rape yourself if fork
Is odd - you drink juice from glass?

There's no any sense in it all
If you're unhappy, you told
You were ok with me, pass the ball
From your soul. Forgive me. Be bold.


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Too lovely for words, Dear & brilliant, Mirelle, to comment such the poetry which is no more,-no less but a presentation of the new hit!!!
Also i would pretend with simple mots by,as if some,a refrain ,to this your,une creature,as if it might be the song:

We dance alone in pairs,
Who cares?
-No money, and -no work,
Just talk!
.....Beyond apart from the seriosness of our life even in most disastrous moments, i would add a hue of a delicate irony,to this your,magnificent,Mirelle,with no doubt,== a masterpiece of poetry, above exposed the verses OF YOURS!

--So,by the way,- i wish to you,-- many another such the same revels{revelations] as in this
"What for", AND ALL THE BEST !!!

Герман Калеев   14.05.2018 21:45     Заявить о нарушении
Thanks a lot for the attention to my poem!

Мирель   15.05.2018 19:27   Заявить о нарушении
===especially impressive is the phrase,"It in earning drive", which at first from rough comparison with, i.g.,"you're in the army now", led me right to vulgar deviations with an inordinately large commentary, but then I saw it as if I saw it again, and converted the anotation, to a more capacious one...
---Too many thanks, however, Mirelle,to you, for the answer..

Герман Калеев   15.05.2018 21:39   Заявить о нарушении