Soup Poem

Drinking soup was I wanted to do. 

Thieving was what someone had done.

Hungering I now was.

Something great I was now without.

Something of which for a large amount of my life I had been wanting.

Searching for my meal I went on to do.

Losing faith in finding my meal,

Seeing something in the distance,

Running was what I had began 

Ending the day, finding my delicacy in a can.