Bad!

I don't deserve to be here

People are dying around me

And I am writing on humanity

My mother is angry with me

Neither eating nor drinking

Anything, not talking, watching

Became immovable, boneless

A mother is our key to heaven

I don't believe in planning

Left life on autopilot

I dreamt and it happened

I painted and it materialised

I blow the flute and God smiles

I beat the trumpet, played the piano

Keys sang by itself music of life

Without touching the chords 

Passions beat in a chorus

Picture of love appeared

On the surface of aisles

Luck took me on its palm

To the peaks of the Sun

Never tried hard flown high

The world was my oyster

He lives a yard away

But I never date

I died in love

He got other beauties!