When I had nothing,
And held out my hand to help you,
You kicked me in return.
Yet, I stayed humble.
When you mocked me,
I stayed loyal.
When you questioned my ethics,
My principles abound.
When I held out my hand for help,
You hesitated.
When I had the last of my $20,
I treated you.
For remember!
When you lost all your diamonds,
I offered you my home to stay,
I fed you the last of my loaf of bread,
And my beating heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sad reality of giving diamonds and getting pain in return is here well expressed!
Thank you Howard for your positivity. Your comment is appreciated! Thank you again.~Kaity