Joseph Brodsky. The procession (№ 148192)

But crying about themselves - what a lie!
How do you choose and live.
So, learn with a moment to cherish,
Which is given thee to live,
Not having time to review everything,
In which you can even die
More think, my friend, about myself,
They find themselves in the midst in the crowd,
Faster get out and look
Just once - not inside - from the outside.