Klaus Meier

Late remark

 
When I was small, a playing youngster
The role provocative beneath the hall
I was not thinking just one minute
About the price of our idleness at all
 
I played my game without disruption
My brain full of ignorant disregard
I wondered the results of action
My pockets filled but not my heart
 
The games can run, no interruption
Can´t stop them as eternity
Where will I take the poor conclusion?
To kill soft friends was not my destiny.
 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/04/2014.

 

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