A man, sweat dripping from his brow <br />earns his first bread and now knows how. <br />From bread to ham the step is small <br />and now the appetite wants all. <br /> <br />A lobster sits upon his table <br />expensive bubbly, he is able. <br />The rich get to this upper stage <br />arriving on their final page. <br /> <br />They see that there is nothing else <br />beyond the luxury of smells. <br />He reminisces of the bread <br />before he reaches it, drops dead. <br /> <br />Note: This was inspired by Eugen Roth's Lebensleiter. It is a loose translation thereof.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-by-eugen-roth/
