Kategori: Dikter
To a friend...
Tell me why this world is killing
Every best and thinking man?
They try jump over the ceiling,
From scene of life are taken then...
Your friend is dead, so bury him,
His soul is flying in the dim.
But question is - why him? The best?
Maybe it was survival's test?
And he, who was so kind and keen,
Who's laying silent now, dead,
Ain't good enough? So, - 'Out from scene' -
Said life to him, your childhood's friend.
I know you miss him, miss him much -
His face, his words 'n acts... O, such
A man was he, your dear friend!
'N now he's silent, he is dead...
20.03.2001
Skriven av: Lena Mylläri
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