Human contact.
Someone said to me
yesterday:
'Have you got a Tesco Clubcard?
£6.20 please.
Cheers.'
That might not be
word-perfect,
but whatever -
you get the gist.
Now I can live on that 'conversation'
for the next few days,
or so...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem