ISTVAN DABI

ISTVAN DABI

RACE AGAINST THE TIME

Being 75 years old

I begin a race against the time

Many people passed away at the young age

And many lived longer

Than they supposed to live

I have to do still many things

I may not yet put a dot

After my last word

Though nowadays we don’t use

Dot comma

And any other marks

Or only  very rarely

But I want to put the last dot

After my very last word

Many people tell me mockingly

You, old idiot want too much

Give place to others – is their order

But I met also some

Waiting for my finishing my own projects

For the dot

After my last word

Maybe they have to wait

Ten-twenty or more years

Or also it is possible suddenly that dot will appear

Thus there isn’t sense to wait

For the last word and the dot

YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT

You don’t have the right to migrate on the Earth

You must live and die where you were born

Many ministers tell

Though the Earth is the home of the Human beings

Which colour their skin is

In which languages they speak

An in which places they were born

Are only secondary questions

But many people learn this only

When aliens

Arrive onto to Earth

For occupying it

And for teaching the men to live in an intelligent mood

The men will understand only then

That the whole Earth belongs to them

And they may live where they like and want

But it wil be too late

Because the peoples with different colours of skin

With different languages and customs

Will kill each other

Before the aliens arrive

Who can’t understand

Why the Earth became a cemetery

XXX

I know I was a good husband never

I think often of the minute

when you’ll pass away

How can I live without you

I can’t imagine it

Every morning I look with fear

At your bed

Whether you are still there

Or in secret

You passed away

Forever

ISTVAN DABI