An Immortal Me

AN IMMORTAL POEM

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If you hear: I died

and I was dear to your heart

Maybe something inside you

will also suddenly turn gray…

Have you ever at all thought

about the true meaning of life?

Like snow on your palm,

childhood melting away in you.

Worries…. Are there any worries?

Sorrows… Are there any sorrows?

On the ladder of imagination

boldly climb up to your youth.

That beautiful but enticing rainbow

is waiting for you over there.

And live your life.

Live it to the very last drop.

Don’t nibble days like a mouse.

Chew the air with all your teeth.

Run faster than the winds and the birds.

Overtake them all.

Because, in the end, nothing lasts for long.

Smiling faces,

in some mirrors,

all of a sudden, become wrinkled.

Unexpected: at some corner,

a tear ambushes you.

Troubles come tiptoeing.

Years turn grayer.

All of a sudden, the world, while you’re walking

becomes more and more narrow

And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted

Therefore, live,

but completely!

…

Miroslav Mika Antić