I am a modest friendly guy,
Not too much poor or rich.
I don’t grasp stars from the sky,
The same as any each.
My tower is made from air –
There is the Moon above.
I like be sitting in a chair
And dreaming of a love.
I don’t like the morning eggs
But I prefer a steak.
And always in my shopping bags
You see crumbs from a cake.
I am a poet as you know,
I have some published books.
I like Siberian white snow
And April seething brooks.
I like the ocean, the sun
And – as it is – the life.
I like my mother and my son
And even my former wife…
