I woke up daily with one thing in mind
To catch that special game
I had no plan except hope for a miracle
I’m not an empty shell
I have a heart and a mind
It’s just that I hid my wants and needs in my tiny pockets
This can only bulge with the rays of hope
If I caught game my hope
Swells as usual because all wish me luck
By the dining room table
Not sure if the food will be nice by the following day
Probably I will be late for supper
I won’t be eating with a straight face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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