Waiting for their arrival

We live in a desert My father has gone to the farm Some vegetable to fetch My mum to buy some beef The firewoods are just three I set fire on them To keep them burning But my dad and mum are yet to come back Yet, the firewoods had burnt out The firewoods had turned to ash They cannot be used again On a desert land Where there is no firewood My father needs to travel far away To get another firewood Before he returns, the beef had been stinking. The vegetable had spoiled. And I am already dying of hunger My parents are ulcer patients I have caused the house a big problem A problem that has a slim solution Oh! It is a story about man's time. Image https://thecentraltrend.com/6174/opinion/columns/waiting/