Items disappear
From here and there
A pocket book, a purse
Even a brush for your hair
Gold coins and dollar bills
Become your revenue no longer
When the thief acquires them
He continues to get stronger
Until the day you get home
You catch him in the act
You knew there was a thief
You knew it for a fact
Then busting for the door
At the sight of you
The thief is gone with everything
And now the thief is you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem