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.
Los ricos aya en su casa,
Comen pan y caracoles.
Los pobres aya en la suya,
Nopalitos y frijoles.
translation, lose quite a bit.
The rich in their homes,
Eat bread and escargot.
The poor in theirs,
Cactus and beans.
Juan De Dios Olivarez...around 1959.
Juan Olivarez
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