I Was Severe... Poem by Konstantin Vanshenkin
I Was Severe...
I was severe, focused all
And, in the spring of my life here,
Had not a mercy for men' faults,
And their mentions did not hear.
How often was I there upset,
And in non-love stayed ever restless!
To say all truth, I'm falling, yet,
By chance, in fits of such a "madness".
But, having with my past life links,
Right now, I have less to bear:
Becoming softer with men' things,
And with my own - more severe.
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