Let Us HurryLet us love people now they leave us so fast The shoes remain empty and the phone rings on What's unimportant drags on like a cow The meaningful sudden takes us by surprise The silence that follows so normal it's Hideous like chastity born most simply from despair When we think of someone who's been taken from us. Don't be sure you have time for there's no assurance As all good fortune security deadens the senses It comes simultaneously like pathos and humour Like two passions not as strong as one They leave fast grow silent like a thrush in July Like a sound somewhat clumsy or a polite bow To truly see they close their eyes Though to be born is more of risk than to die We love still too little and always too late. Don't write of it too often but write once and for all And you'll become like dolphin both gentle and strong. Let us love people now they leave us so fast And the ones who don't leave won't always return And you never know while speaking of love If the first one is last or the last one first.
Source: Jan Twardowski