THINGS i find a bit odd,
my mom who died of
old age, has a place to
sleep, and a place of her
own, and the homeless or
working, have no place
to sleep..................and
some times, nothing to
eat, , , , , , , , , , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting thought, David..but of which home do you speak of though...here, as in an empty housesnce your mom's pasing& that a homeless person could be living in? Or, her final resting place & new home that holds no time or motgage...? Either way, David, this is a fine Write...Great concept! frank