This is another of my father's poems. He was the true poet in our family. If you speak Spanish and are interested in more of his poetry, read, 'Las Tartanas, ' and ' El Regalito.' My Dad was always quick to the point. He would say a lot in very few words. <br /> <br />Los ricos aya en su casa, <br />Comen pan y caracoles. <br />Los pobres aya en la suya, <br />Nopalitos y frijoles. <br /> <br />translation, lose quite a bit. <br /> <br />The rich in their homes, <br />Eat bread and escargot. <br />The poor in theirs, <br />Cactus and beans. <br /> <br /> <br />Juan De Dios Olivarez...around 1959.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pan-y-caracoles/
