Food For Thought Poem by Han Min Ohn

Food For Thought



The face of an old woman
So sore with life's tyrant
Could be in her country the one
Most adored when she was young

The luminescence of a candle light
So fainted in the bright day light
Becomes useful in moonless night
With no electricity near the sight.

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