Whatever it is,
That has been invested.
Will return,
What has been earned.
And no one,
Conscious with a mind to use...
Should question or become upset,
When expecting more.
Than the less they get to deserve.
An empty bowl passed around.
Without even a crumb in it found.
Is an empty bowl.
How obvious can the obvious get.
If nothing is brought to the table,
No one sitting at it...
Should be heard complaining,
About the time it takes...
For a meal they await to be served.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem