The feast of sorrow,
with tears and mucor,
tumbling down delicate
cheeks and cracked lips.
Nutrition goes on a retreat
allowing hunger into the feat.
Enlarged abdomen showing
signs of good living if only the
legs and arms have just a little
more flesh.
Lamentations surge,
Temptation begins its urge.
Mom and Dad invite.
Death seems a better beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
death will never be a good beginning........ however the poem is too good.....