Poetry is not a replacement for food

Poetry is not a replacement for food,said father
Concerned with fixing the kitchen sink
Glad that he might have found a new axiom
Or the theory of the air compressed

Please,I don't wanna hear about the soul again!
I've studied enough to know
Soul does not need food
Nor water

But father,said I
You need to dress it up in good deeds
From time to time to caress it
With words of grace

He never bought me a poetry book
I had to read from the others
As my life had been written
By their unfamiliar hands

If I could ever,ever
Show him
How poetry is my best friend
My suture for sadness...