The Dream

It was a usual April day,
So I was walking in the field.
A man appeared in my way.
He came from nowhere, like a dream.

And asked me if I did the good.
I couldn't recollect examples.
And I remembered the childhood
When didn't know what could be harmful.

I answered quietly the stranger:
"I did no harm – this is the good."
He asked me if I was devoted in friendship.
The recollections lowed my mood.

So I remembered faces of the friends –
Just people whom I met more often,
And answered and the voice was sad:
"I had no friends to be devoted".

The man asked if I showed my mercy
I helped those who ever asked for help
And to the questions I sent curses.
"Sometimes I did when I was asked for help."

"You did no harm. Is this the good?
The good – when you can make some happy.
You were indifferent, not shrewd.
The miracles of life were many.

You were impressed my own self
And didn't see the world around.
You were so shallow, ordinary, scared.
Now there is nothing you're proud of.

To live the life you still have time.
"No harm" can also be the crime".





Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-03-16 at 11:45

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nature
truely something to think of
i enjoyed this one alot thank you
good message
2007-03-16