STAROST
OLD AGE
The illness came, ugly and old
I became old and stupid
in my bloom
Old people don't get the game
Youth returned sprightly
Here I am young for the first time
in my forties
Juveniles don't get the old age
The game arrived dressed as a woman
and our mutual children
Lay low- I am waiting for you
dressed as a middle-aged man
I am running a marathon
you can find me on the highways
and the forest roads
-like a lost child
I am crying while I sit in front of the screen
The film is black and white
The auditorium is dark
I should be deaf, too
-so I could relate to the movie easier
I don't hear God's music
I don't dream in verses any more
I've surrendered to decomposition of my soul
If I could be upfront
here where I am
-I'd be the same!
I would visualize happiness
like I do it now
-while I live it!
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