He left his home so long ago,
They were telling him, “You’re cool!”,
But soon he had nowhere to stay or go.
Well, he wasn’t a fool.
The man had relied on money
And not on wisdom’s voice;
The money flew away like fresh honey,
But it was his own way, his own choice.
His cash disappeared
And so did his jolly friends,
But the young man wasn’t yet feared,
He just realized that a road often bends.
Now his bedroom was a park,
His dreams were his food;
He went to sleep with dogs’ bark,
Try to imagine his mood.
But it’s time for me to end.
The young man came home.
Wisdom became his new friend,
Clouds never appeared above his dome.
His experience wasn’t funny,
But he realized that it’s never too late to improve
And it’s useless to rely on money.
Well, I’ve tried to retell the story, but haven’t meant to prove.
Iaroslav Saturday 16.04.2005