
MY VILLAGERS
I love you, You are so good! You pledge your life For a square meal, Day you toil and night You sleep and populate, Evening you smoke, play cards, Drink tea, gossip, and pass Hay days! Then suddenly comes Second childhood, and you Wait for the last day, And die. Silently you come, And silently you go, No rupture, no ripple, You leave. Such a beautiful life, Ah! Such a marvellous life, You live! I envy you, my villagers, You are too good, No storm, no wave, no wind, Rages your heart, So stagnant and sterile, So