An apple seller pushes his cart towards home
And the sale is very low as everybody asks grapes.
The other day when he brought grapes,
They query about apples.
Selling fruits is very hard nowadays and he muttered himself; ' Next time I must take sedatives and drag their pockets.'
Your poor vendor seems to be condemned to make the wrong choices. Your last line has an absurdist touch which appeals. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥
Excellent word portrait of the unhappy street vendor.10 for you. Kind regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
One should take the vagaries of life in stride. Your vendor will get it right one day.