a wise man

one night,
i met a wise man.
he had just attempted suicide.
to me and my “friend” he said:
the way she looks at you,
how she makes you laugh,
that’s something special.
it’s what everyone's looking for,
don’t lose it.
oh, how blind i was.
oh, what a wise man.
he had many plans.
our kids would go to his shows.
we had to promise it.
life happend.
no kids and no shows.
i was a fool.
he was a wise man.


Sven Schnieders

Sven Schnieders

Autodidact
Vienna, Austria