Gathering around the waning fire
Trying to stop the shaking
Amid life's quagmire
The growling and groaning in my gut
Keeps me awake
Waiting for a bite, even a nut
Joy abounds only in belief
Where stress is common
Sighing in blessed relief
Hope, where can you be?
The night is dark
Sitting under this tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this story transports me to old times I remember