A short poem dedicated to my friend’s birthday
Yesterday – Today – Tomorrow
Somebody, somewhere has started crying, weak
Hit from behind, by a doctor…
After fifty-six years since the first scream
Igor again, made a new trick.
Somewhere far away by the lake
He made a nest,
Had been dreaming
About world which is not fake;
With a lovely team
His whole life was a performance
From theatre acting to great TV shows
And now with the guitar he writes
New lines, thinks and knows
What future will bring him.
Till 91st from God’s love
And 6 more given by destiny
Be safe and sound dear Dzambazov
(and always laugh)
I’m sure, that would be enough!
Stojan Jovanovski (Adelina’s grandson)
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