I found a cockroach yesterday, in my sink.
He looked kind of lost and sad.
I felt sorry for killing it,
but I did it anyway.
Now I feel bad,
and I promise next time
I see one, I will resist the impulse.
Next time
I will be a better person.
Isn't that what counts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem