I talked with Love the other day.
She's been unemployed.
When she offers her expertise,
People get annoyed.
'It's nothing new, ' Love said to me
'The times, they come and go.
It is a Hater's Market now.
Meanness runs the show.'
In reply, I just observed
Love seemed necessary.
'I'm not in demand, ' Love said.
'But needed? Oh, yes-very.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha-ha, but i thought love never loses its value!