Lazy Sunday afternoon, 71°F , New York City Even when I was still full from lunch, I couldn’t help but salivate when I saw the...
Sometimes a crumb falls
From the tables of joy,
Sometimes a bone
Is flung.
To some people
Love is given,
To others
Only heaven.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
So what does the poem Luck has to do with an expatriate in New York?
Apparently, a lot. Lots of luck …
Beautiful poem, Manang! Thanks for sharing.
this poem is so cute because is it talking about love and it got a meaning to it
yes, it is
your blog has grown really big. congrats, ading!