Diplomat Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Diplomat

He, like me
Is old and crazy.

He called me many times
Ex-colleague is friend of old days.

And he talked and he talked
And he talked and he talked
I learned and gathered thoughts:
"My copy, other side of wind, gust."

Of no use both of us
Narcissist and selfish, both of us:
We both say: "I am old so know well."
Simply we are shit! ! !

Difference?
He has learned to lie, hide
He is a diplomat and loves life
Life to him means live long
"Why the hell and what for? "
I question.

"Weigh your words, be cautious, " his advice.
"Be open, " and I am bitterly straight and out-loud.
"And don't eat potato's sprout, it can be poisonous."
"Let me eat and die soon; earlier the better."

Were we same?
Yes in work but not heart.
No, never.