Poezja

When time does bring me nearer
and all of my years are running out
at a time and place where I loose my mind
and do forget myself and all of my writings
then life does become an ugly thing.
When time does bring me nearer
 
then I ask the Father to act
to prepare a place for me at His time
to be sorry for me in His great mercy
and to end my life to bring it to its fullness.