A penny please,
Slim shaking cold fingers
Stretched through the window
In my face
Oh! Just another one
Me thought, ’a penny here’
‘God bless’ said she
Lying beneath a lamp light
A baby wrapped in an old blanket.
Cold, coughing, trembling,
She, Five to Seven. Age,
Picking and pecking I see
Away our bus is pulling
Lights, colorful lights and souls dancing
In halls, partying.
I see the child eating doughnut
The baby strapped in her back
Our bus, out of city
Back, I see colorful lights
Sick child, baby and doughnut. I think.
This is an amazing talent, your poem have captured the emotion that it was intended to. Keep on moving sir.Hongera sana tena sana.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounds very sad. I couldn't help but be very touched here. You truly know how to touch emotions.