For Nothing... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

For nothing we struggle in world, just for nothing...
Though we are so busy with this.
We are proud, we are loud,
We estimate ground
All over around - as our's.
But sandy is shore of the ocean near,
But sandy the dunes of the deserted coast,
And flies up the sand from the bank to our windows,
When there is roaring a storm.
To nothing - time passes - it goes the building,
The only sand, rusty iron you meet...
To nothing - alas - every second and minute
Are running so fast to the dream...