It was a sunny day
And the sun’s rays were running in a funny play.
I was sitting on a bench in the park,
Looking at the fountain, which was in the shape of a shark.
The water was watering a flower,
That was born from someone’s great dower.
Two children were admiring it
And had taken the nearby seat.
Their faces were tired and sad
And only in frayed shirts they were clad.
The were holding a small scone
Which was solid as a stone.
And I had everything
That someone could think.
At home I had even meat
And these two children had nothing to eat.
They could only dream of a warm dinner
Which may be was the food of a rich and selfish sinner.
And may be their dinner consisted of a plate full of tears
And a night full of fears.
Their table wasn’t as rich as mine
And their meals on Christmas weren’t nine.
The two angels hadn’t mother and father to kiss
But a sour priest who at them used to hiss.
Such things happen in life-
One person eats a scone solid like a sole/ po-napred ili???/
And another looks for food for his soul.
 

Diana Nikova