A Life Of Changes Poem by Georgi Todorov

A poor little girl with no number to call,
you cry helpless, who will find your friend?
Don't worry darling, your suffering will end.
Love comes your way bringing
Kafka's doll.

A poor young boy sent on a useless war,
gloomy guy who killed someone by accident.
Don't worry dude, at least you can pretend
you have a girlfriend, while you have just
Nately's whore.

A boy meets a girl and they are poor no more
they talk and laugh and all illusions gone.
A real heaven until the state got involved,
the realtor, the bank, the lawyers,
the pills and alcohol.