| I am a modest friendly guy, Not too much poor or rich. I don’t grasp stars from the sky, The same as any each. My tower is made from air – There is the Moon above. I like be sitting in a chair And dreaming of a love. I don’t like the morning eggs But I prefer a steak. And always in my shopping bags You see crumbs from a cake. I am a poet as you know, I have some published books. I like Siberian white snow And April seething brooks. I like the ocean, the sun And – as it is – the life. I like my mother and my son And even my former wife… |