"How many days, that thrown in vain" Bashny.Net

How many days, that thrown in vain,
Days that were lost once, by the way.
They should be subtracted from the calendar,
And life is even shorter.

I was busy stupid vanity,
Day slipped - I saw another
And do not shake his hand alive ...
Well! This day I have to throw off the wheel.
And if I do not remember the day her mother,
I do not ever call her sister il brother,
That has nothing to say in justification:
That day is gone! Priceless embezzlement!

I was too lazy or tired -
I do not look merry play,
Poems magic did not consider

And in some way I cheated myself, is not it?
And if I someone did not help,
Not composed a frame and a single line,
That robbed today's outcome

And he made a life for another day shorter.
Fold - as scary as squandered
At gatherings where neither heat nor hot ...
A favorite mots said

And I do not buy flowers or gift.
How many days, that thrown in vain,
Days that were lost once, by the way.
They should be subtracted from the calendar
And to measure your life is even shorter.











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