I am a goldfish
swimming in a paper bag
filled with warm water
when the liquid drains away
I may be taken for lunch
Either PH or I are having a bad day because I could've sworn that I had read and replied to this poem. The goldfish has a very short lifespan in that bag that's made of paper, instead of plastic. However, after being taken for lunch, it may have evolved into a dolphin. Let's hope that it's in its natural habitat. Food for thought.
Thank you so much, Richard. And I think you sensed an inspiration...just how limiting, life-constraining that bag is on any and every goldfish that literally has to experience that ordeal..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a drastic situation! This is exactly what is called....'Out of the frying pan into burning fire'! Indeed a bad day....! Excellent presentation!
Thank you so much, Valsa. Yes, I remember writing this on...well, it was one of those days. Thanks again.