Zukunft

18 Sep

ich hebe mein Glas

denke an Vergangenes

vermeide die Zukunft

sie kommt unaufhaltsam

Jahr um Jahr

Tag um Tag

Stunde um Stunde

bis dass der Tod uns scheidet.

 

Beate Minderjahn (c) 1998

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