Wellness Doubt Poem by Antonio Liao

spoiled food taste good stored in the
night for a seasoning, such details warm of
heart that pick to fill my pain

know not my hands that eager to hold,
find something that calls me back yet! my
tired mind hurriedly eager
to touch the savor sweetness of tears

where can I stand my feet, than to cry and
shout it loud of fear, hi! smile and dine with
me for tomorrow will always be crushes of
flower to sleep

thou the joy is painful to take, but the
happiness is hastened to achieve, nay! you'll be
there to capture the midst of cleverness

farewell my friend we'll always be together
again for another season to come...