What happiness

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What happiness

Poet
Forgive
Divorce
Poesia non muori
What happiness

“Today in this world there are about fifty tons
of explosives per person.
How many milligrams of poetry per head of the population are there?”
A lieutenant asked me
“We defend life with weapons
Not whit rubbish”.

“A football player today costs millions.
How much does a poet cost?”
Asked my accountant
“No loans for poetry,
God only helps those who posses”.

“Happy or unhappy
Man still dies.”
A psychologist comforted me:
“take your medicine without complaining.
Tempus dolores tua delebit”.

Poesia non muori.

AuthorJon Milos
2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 January 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 24|0 Comments