Saturday, 21 February 2009

My medals.

a gold medal,
for being naive,
for being childish,
for smiling,
for laughing,

in another age,
another life,
medals,
for being brave,
for being strong,
for defending,
for giving,

for being me,
with no effort,
I get gold medals.

tomorrow,
when I´m old,
and withered,
bent,
and toothless,
with no strenght left,
grumpy,
spent,
and demanding...

what will be mine
when all my medals
find another.
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