ONE DAY AT A TIME
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A BULGARIAN ''SAINT''
Dedicated to my brother, Stojko, aka Stosh & Steve
on his own Saint Day...... Happy Birthday!
On Saint Patrick's Day,
in a land far away,
a rainbow appeared,
as a newborn babe cried out.
He froliced around as he grew,
and many pranks he did play,
fabricating all sorts of fables,
scaring the wits out of his kin.
Many borders were crossed,
reaching a land of freedom,
where he planned to be famous,
a scientist, writer, etc., etc., etc.
Fame and forturne he was gifted,
by graduating to be a proud man,
striving to do the best that he can,
and holding on to life like a dam.
Rainbows appeared anew,
with three babes of his own,
all struggles were rewarded,
for they became his pot of gold.
The man is not Irish, you see,
but a true Bulgarian "Saint".
Yana Petkov
17th March 2004
on his own Saint Day...... Happy Birthday!
On Saint Patrick's Day,
in a land far away,
a rainbow appeared,
as a newborn babe cried out.
He froliced around as he grew,
and many pranks he did play,
fabricating all sorts of fables,
scaring the wits out of his kin.
Many borders were crossed,
reaching a land of freedom,
where he planned to be famous,
a scientist, writer, etc., etc., etc.
Fame and forturne he was gifted,
by graduating to be a proud man,
striving to do the best that he can,
and holding on to life like a dam.
Rainbows appeared anew,
with three babes of his own,
all struggles were rewarded,
for they became his pot of gold.
The man is not Irish, you see,
but a true Bulgarian "Saint".
Yana Petkov
17th March 2004