Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other день the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his сердце ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke Ты up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely Переместить with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would Ты think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger сказал(-а) with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have Ты ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have Ты seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have Ты ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have Ты ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have Ты ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have Ты ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful или a coward? Have Ты ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have Ты ever see donkeys that Остаться в живых their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have Ты seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His сердце fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors или engineers’ Grandpa Roger сказал(-а) proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. Ты are a donkey.’
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other день the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his сердце ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke Ты up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely Переместить with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would Ты think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger сказал(-а) with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have Ты ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have Ты seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have Ты ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have Ты ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have Ты ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have Ты ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful или a coward? Have Ты ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have Ты ever see donkeys that Остаться в живых their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have Ты seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His сердце fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors или engineers’ Grandpa Roger сказал(-а) proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. Ты are a donkey.’
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what Ты give me?
Why did Ты break up with me?
I don't understand.
Ты were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And Ты left me.
Ты abandoned me.
Why did Ты dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, Ты leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what Ты give me?
Why did Ты break up with me?
I don't understand.
Ты were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And Ты left me.
Ты abandoned me.
Why did Ты dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, Ты leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
When Ты hope,
Ты expect and wish,
Ты have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
Ты don’t want them killed,
Hope makes Ты stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to Ты in life,
Sometimes Ты need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
Ты and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire Ты сердце out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
Ты know what Ты want,
Keep hoping till the END……
Ты expect and wish,
Ты have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
Ты don’t want them killed,
Hope makes Ты stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to Ты in life,
Sometimes Ты need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
Ты and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire Ты сердце out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
Ты know what Ты want,
Keep hoping till the END……
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Ангелы who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Переместить on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Ты can say “Thank you” или “I Любовь you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Ангелы who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Переместить on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Ты can say “Thank you” или “I Любовь you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
Друзья Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Друзья don't back stab you.
Друзья don't talk behind your back или be pissed off at Ты when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Друзья for never.
When we need to go back to being Друзья FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Друзья don't back stab you.
Друзья don't talk behind your back или be pissed off at Ты when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Друзья for never.
When we need to go back to being Друзья FOREVER!