There's nothing left to eat
In cupboards that are bare,
But I won't admit defeat.
No choice, I'm on the street.
Please have you change to spare?
There's nothing left to eat.
I thank God for summer heat.
I've nothing left to wear,
But I won't admit defeat.
People stumble in retreat.
I'm begging while they stare,
There's nothing left to eat!
Sleep's not an easy feat
With dreams gasping for air,
But I won't admit defeat.
I must find a way to cheat
Both hunger and despair.
There's nothing left to eat,
But I won't admit defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I won't admit defeat though nothing is left.Nicely crafted piece of poem.Thanks for sharing.