The chat of two women
Two classmates were chatting.
By chance they've met in the street, indeed.
They were not so old and not so young,
much more than forty.
The first one said: 'I feel so young
and want to be sometimes so naughty,
I want to love again and certainly be loved, .
I want the romances to sing,
I want to fly so high in a swing,
I want to dance under the rain
in Spain, on the plain..............,
To hear sweet words of love again,
To die of passion.'
Another one said with a compassion:
'What are you talking about?
I can live happily without
all those crazy wishes of yours,
cause I don't like anyone
to shatter my peace and quiet,
I think how soon I'll be retired.
Put those foolish wishes out of your head.
We are getting old,
all we had had already past.
I remember you've always been an enthusiast.
Two women were chatting,
The first one just forgetting her age,
the other one was old enough
and her life was a real tough.
Two women were chatting,
Two different destinies and souls.
The first one was full of life.
The second one was getting empty.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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