Why Nobody Listen To...? Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

There is the wisdom, which is brought by the Elders.
They use to tell, even if in state of the well-fed,
The simple words, worth surely for everybody,
The words so easy, unpretentious:
Peace, Love, Light, Sun and Life!

But hardly they are heard by the young men,
And downwards they fall after some time,
By losing consciousness from the entertainments,
Of sweetness of the fruits, that joys are giving,
But, time will pass, the taste becomes so sickly,
The sap of fruits will turn to plague...
To poison, which will envenom the mind,
And light Way will become - the dark Way.
And suffering - will be the decoration's bight.

Why nobody to the Elders listen?
The words are falling vainly, as the sand in clocks...
The Destiny with her invisible light fingers
Is running threads of life, the puppeteer cold.

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