IRONY

In the midst of plenty, most times we find ourselves in severe lacks of love and sincere friendship. And that's it.

I lost vigore
It was a horror
A frantic terror
To my dorsal figure

Hunger made me cheat
To say the least
I looked like a beast
For lack of feast

Rumble stumble bubble
Trouble mumble double
Grumble fumble humble
In my struggle to tumble

But at a second thought
Still in this drought
A cold war I fought
I have got a lot

I have a lot really
To make me go silly
To flourish like a lily
And not at all go chilly

Then I asked my self
What does it cost
To be rich
And lie in hunger.

Author's Note

Let your heart do the exploration.