I heard a baby
Crying in the food store.
I thought about life
Before you get language
When all you have
To get what you need
Is a smile and a threat
'Give me what I want or I will scream! '
I am fifty now
And it doesn't seem
Like much has changed
Perhaps a subtle refinement
here or there,
But still I get up in the cold black morning,
Tighten my belt,
And walk out into the street
Armed only with a smile
And a threat,
'Give me what I want or I will scream! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was a lovely one- hope we could yell out like a child -10