my left foot
fell on the
manhole and i
asked for your
help and you
said i was just
making a gimmick,
and i was in
pain for days
and i could not
forget it.
you laughed
at my poverty.
but that was
long ago, now
you are an
old man with
nothing and
i could not
really believe
it:
why i am
helping you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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