Though we are white granules
You are sweet and I am sour.
You cannot make a salad tasty
And I never sweeten a cup of tea.
Anyway we survive on this World
As he needs both of us.
* The only decent people I ever saw in the racecourse were horses.
-James.Joyce-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We do indeed survive. Unique thoughts as always. Warm regards, Sandra