So Little
Today, I looked at my feet
And wondered how long I’ll need them
Time regulates nowadays
Whatever I’ll buy or not.
Expensive goods or carpets will outlive me
Soon I’ll be one of the ancestors
The future lies in the loins of my sons
The wombs of my daughters
Sparrows, ten a penny in my childhood,
Are rarer than hens’ teeth in the garden dust
Poor world, we take so much
And give so little.
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