Accountancy

It comes a day

When we must draw under ourselves

A black line.

And sum up.

Few moments when we were about to be happy,

Few moments when we were about to be beautiful,

Few moments when we were about to be brilliant.

Several times we met

Some mountains, trees and rivers

(Where might they be? And, are they still alive?)

All this sums up a shiny future

That we've already lived.

One woman we loved

Plus the same woman who didn't love us,

Make zero.

A quarter of your life of studies

Sums up some thousand million of fodder words,

Whose wisdom we have gradually dropped.

And finally one Fate

Plus another Fate (where does this come from?)

Make two.(We write one and we keep one

Maybe, who knows, there might be life beyond).