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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some bare, basic truths well stated in a nicely crafted poem.10.