Two classmates were chatting.
By chance they've met in the street, indeed.
They were not so old and not so young,
much more than forty.
The first one said: 'I feel so young
and want to be sometimes so naughty,
I want to love again and certainly be loved, .
I want the romances to sing,
I want to fly so high in a swing,
I want to dance under the rain
in Spain, on the plain..............,
To hear sweet words of love again,
To die of passion.'
Another one said with a compassion:
'What are you talking about?
I can live happily without
all those crazy wishes of yours,
cause I don't like anyone
to shatter my peace and quiet,
I think how soon I'll be retired.
Put those foolish wishes out of your head.
We are getting old,
all we had had already past.
I remember you've always been an enthusiast.
Two women were chatting,
The first one just forgetting her age,
the other one was old enough
and her life was a real tough.
Two women were chatting,
Two different destinies and souls.
The first one was full of life.
The second one was getting empty.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chat-of-two-women/
