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Категории: Эзотерика, Поэзия: прочее, Самосовершенствование
Автор: Прохор Николаевич Озорнин
Издательство: Неизвестно / Самиздат
Страниц: 48

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So you were born, a helpless man,

Who would be strange for now and then,

And who would not be understood

By parents in his childhood,

Who would soon start to feel as so

He's one of soldiers in the row

Without mind, without heart,

All struggling to escape this, but...

But it will be in aftertime -

And we return to what is prime.

You were a child, small and funny,

Who learned how to cry for mummy,

Whose world was in her lips and hands

With no idea where it ends.

But years passed, and you grew strong,

And found soon that you were wrong,

And found world ahead of you

Along with things, not much, not few,

Along with men, all old indeed,

Not knowing where it will you lead,

Now knowing how you will soon feel

In being someone other's meal,

In being someone other's toy

As they but mock and laugh in joy,

For they have found you as "strange"

When you appeared in the range,

When you refused to play with them,

When you showed no respect to Sam,

When you was almost all alone

Within your own thoughts and tone.

Man-in-itself in all the aspects,

Without need for fame and respects,

Without wish to behave so...

Not like a soldier in the row.

Oh, boy, not soon you understood

That it was not for bad, but good,

That it was like a road's stone

For no one said there would be none,

For no one said there was no price

For understanding of such size,

For possibility to grow

Not sacrificing to The Row.

You were the different, alone,

For many others - road's stone,

And by some person's wish for fun

You were then called "another one".

You tried to make them understand

That you could give a helpful hand

To help them see the other sun …

But they just laughed : "Another one!".

You tried to help them feel as so

They are unique in the row -

That's similarity you’ve fought,

You tried to help ... they listened not.

Another one you have become

In their eyes in days to come,

In their endless wish for fun -

Thus you have born, Another One!

It would take many days to see

That they were right, and to agree

With their nickname of this kind,

For you are now a man of mind,

For you can now respect the others,

For you can see them as the brothers,

For you can distinguish them all

Though they may look like bricks in wall.

For you can help them see the sun

When one of them is in the run,

When one of them have not at all

Intentions to be Brick in Wall.

You've grown to the man of mind,

There are few ones on your side -

And even fewer who can grow

To break one day that cursed Row.

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