All things will pass,
wiseman used to say
Every bonfire will someday burn away
First there are ashes then there is no trace (?)
But when the fire is kind of and aflame
Every man keeps it in his own way
Some make it smoulder
And some make it blaze.
When nights are long
A small fire is just good
Efforts are spared, so is the firewood
You should be wise
To live at your supplies
But once in a while
There will come some fool
This silly fool will not observe the rules
And his bonfire will rise up to the skies.
Some words still can't be
Some things still wait to be allowed
The sun can still be seen above the hill
The fire still can thrill
And God preserves me still.
Wise man retained
This fire for himself
Had not enough for charity and help
So he was safe and feared no storm.
You've turned the winter
'To a summer day
And in a hour you fire died away
But while it burned
All people were warm.
Copyright 1999 Olga Lebedeva