I Stocked. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I Stocked.



I stocked.
I stocked the Food of Life
I
Hoarder.
But then how many be not hoarders?
And how many not disappointed be
By and through the Pain of Hoarding
As the temporary end of the Ever Tunnel
Near We.

Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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