The First Or The Last...? Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

The first or the last,
Slow or fast …?
Does it really matter,
If you are thin or fatter,
A fool or so clever
Or never was a rot,
But love had a lot?
Will anyone care
If this case's rare?
Will anyone cry
If you live or die?
It happens often
When you are in a coffin
They say sweet words.
Now nothing hurts.
You don’t hear,
Though they are near.
You can’t speak,
You can’t throw a brick,
You can’t send them to hell
And say you are at last well.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of April,2014