As a Lamb
As a lamb going for rather cutting,
She was dragging him with a chain,
Bitter than a gall and deeply suffering,
His soul was lying in a groove pain.
He - being patient in silence and deeply sad,
She - with a yoke, comprising his empty soul,
He – accusing the pain in his body and head,
She – discovering that for him it was only a role.
But he didn` t want, his prejudice could not agree
To see the failure of his house as a loneliness` tree
And he couldn`t become again that young man free,
Though, with money, he couldn`t buy his soul serenity,
The dreams and the life from his heart eternity,
And… he couldn`t save… his freedom dignity.
As a lamb going for rather cutting than living,
He - day by day was feeling as a loneliness` being,
But his partner was not observing his heart empting,
Being blinded by possessions, fortune achieving,
And, selfish, with obstinacy, his life was dragging,
And finally…. he couldn`t live anymore without dreaming.
As some lambs going for only cutting,
So many ephemera couples live together,
A painful life and their feelings` fighting,
Though fate didn`t ask to be as one for ever.
But they have money, fortune and power – increasingly,
Lies, compromises, pains and sorrows - eternally.
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