I have noticed some
Who have treated others like a bread crumb,
They are tossed upon the floor
Then they are swept out the door,
There they are always forgotten
Until they they are old or rotten,
Or they are picked by a breeze
Then they are tossed about with the leaves,
They then end up lying either here or there
Where no one does really care,
Then a bird will see their need
And they'll take it to their nest for feed,
I have noticed those who have mistreated others
For their own satisfaction and druthers,
They have ate their bread and the crumb
I have noticed the some.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem- not one you can read and walk away from. It draws contemplation which is a mark of a good poem. I loved the vocabulary used as well. Top marks.