The old man is travelling along the road and his menders of pots and pans. <br />Besides money he collects meals as goodwill from the goody-goodies to his starving family. <br />There are leakages in his pots and pans but he neglects to mend them. <br />Whoever comes to his shack? <br />Wholeheartedly who agrees his plight? <br />If the Nobel prize they decided to grant for a spontaneous smile? <br />The priority should go to this unsophisticated soul.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gypsy-tinker-s-unmask-face/
