One day as I was checking my goldfish in the tanks
The one with the white mouth was bellyup
He was just floating upside down
But alive and breathing
He was in this condition for quite some time
But, he finally got well
Pets only come once as agents of God
When they die, they wait for in Heaven
What I discovered about his sickness
Believe it? He was constipated
February 4,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem