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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