His melancholy song began exceeding its limits. <br />In those days he used to sing the same old song: <br />'Why these ears, hey! If they do not hear? ' <br />Old man is crying for help. <br />It's useless if they are annoying? <br />Only this shadowless precarious man who accompanies him <br />Until his last breath. <br />Oh! This melancholy song exceeds its limits. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to Sandra & Dave in gratitude.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-narrow-road/
