How many men with whom you just can talk.

How few of men with whom you cherish silence

And go for the longest walk

To feel the natures fragrance.

How many men with whom it could be better to keep silence

So that do not spill the beans when you are in grief.

How few of men which could be a reliance

And do not steal your credit as a thief.

With whom to find the strength of will?

Whom to believe with all your heart?

Whom should you call when soul is still,

When everything seems to be apart?

How few of men with whom without no wonder

The one could share grief and gladness,

Be happy even when the outside is a thunder

And live the life of love and to its fullness.

Perhaps we love and live a happy endless life

With those few which won’t give up without a strife.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 4^th of September, 2012