Watch for tomorrow
the bowl for soup
a piece of bread
and what will be after
our lives today
as a little escape
when you fall, man
rises a pray!
I should not sleep
and no crying also
my peace with God
and with myself!
give me patience God,
and fruit like an apple
when my sunset arrives,
to fall like a maple!
(translated from romanian)
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