I had five fingers left till I made my first cut.
Then four fingers left, and I said 'So what? '.
I thought three would let me finish that job,
Then 'OFF', the saw, my middle finger did lob.
I held up two fingers as Winston Churchill did.
I quit my work, ... and gave saw to the neighbor kid.
(May 2016)
Whittling down to the humour! Like the idea, Bri. good one.Maybe defiance too. Tom Billsborough
I like Savita Tyagi's comments on your poem.As you bring humor to any poem, she brings out the inherent meaning of your Five Fingers Left poem.The two fingers left translated as'Me and my thoughts.Nice poem and nice comment.
I had to read your five lines left poem to know what you were referring. Yes time comes when nothing is left and we are left with like ' me and my thoughts'. I like the way you can find humor in every situation. That is the spirit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bri, Yours is truly a great body of work! A body....sans fingers? ! ? ! This is a 10.