he did not hire
an old carpenter out of
pity
it would be too demeaning
and an inefficient decision.
and so the error has
been corrected.
yesterday the old man died
so he was not able finally
to redeem all his tools
he sent the flowers and
the card.
so this is a cruel
smart world.
evidently we outlive
our usefulness
and the smart ones
mercilessly hand the
rejection
there will be no
survivors
the crying ladies
stay jobless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem