holes
One year ago on a december eve
a mass of suppositions formed the shape
of a horrible figure, that wants me to leave
this world - and I cannot escape.
I have no children, have no wife.
Later! I always thought and did not know
time was already digging holes into my life.
Now I am leaving soon the show.
There is so much I wanted to do,
there is so much I wanted to see.
One day! I have said - happy and careless like you -
but there are no days in future for me.
Now grim reaper is on the lurk,
I am runnig out of time.
I finish here my poetic work
and complete my very last rhyme.
04.11.06