Pleasure To Starve

Was once an owl,
Thereafter turned a sheep,
wit once a tool,
Could sink distress deep
when strong I was
Today, no chance at all
I sold my hoes
To buy a silver plate
I lost weight as I starved
Close to the grave
Holding my plate

No food in the plate
No money had i saved
All lost
Begging for coins
Held in chains