My stomach is full once more
I offered a stranger a drink
he deserved it
After a bottle of Tequila he was no stranger
he taught me his life and his perspective
I offered my own
we drowned in our sorrows
he said he played guitar
he didn't know
but he was of good heart
and I could tell by just looking at him
he brought me a plate
I was starving
I couldn't say no
we ate
and we parted ways
My stomach is full again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good depiction of charity towards the uncharitable, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Miguel.
Thank you for taking your time to read my thoughts. Means a lot to me. God bless.