You must have been born
under a different star
lightways and years afar .
Your good sense of joy
enjoyment of any toy
grandfather, father - ajar.
You must have been gone
with the willows at night
smiling in my womb.
Your sense of yourself
helps everyone else
the world is less gloom.
You appeared one summer eve
an easy delivery for me
You gentleness and kindness
you have your inner battles
not the greatest in health
seeking humanism and wealth.
My wish for you still stands
that you will be content
it is not easy to achieve
your path of music consents
a hardened stone of discipline
Can you this battle win?
With your spirit of self
from loneliness in a well
to the compelling esprit de corps.
Will your goodness survive
will your lightheartedness thrive
on this putrid planet encore?
No comments:
Post a Comment