I've been barefoot

I've been barefoot

No stones in hand,

I come with calloused hands,

With pain in my heart.

I bring the tired mind

Hope and a little illusion.

Hunger no longer makes a difference

For those who cry at night,

Begging for death

At the dawn of loneliness.

Pain, being invisible

And only just hurts my heart.

Have not I bring in my eyes sure

That better days will come at some point.

Poor me indigent,

That surviving on the margins of society,

Begging for mercy, water and bread.




Pablo Danielli