Life without…

December 31, 1997

Anastasia Murzin

Can I learn to drive,

Without steering wheel?

Can I learn to strive

Without killing fear?

Well, maybe I can swim

Without using hands,

And let the river stream

To take me to sea sands,

To there where mother-river

Unites with strange cold sea,

And where the ever-working beaver

Must enter, not by choice, a helpless plea.

Indeed, a creature is completely

Helpless in salty-burning sea

Without learning of storms steadily

In calm and clear rivers, almost trouble-free.

So, morale of poem is,

Don’t sail a ship without a breeze!