My Friend Poem by Lev Brekhman

My Friend



... He says he wants to live,
But what is the life for?
You fall, an autumn leaf,
And then you're no more.
He says that life is nice,
A sweetly-bitter taste.
I think it's only dice,
You always fail the test.

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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