what with all the world to see
a summer's flower and busy bee
walking down a city street
eyes to meet, friends to greet
a pastry and a sidewalk chair
I have no job and have no care
everyday I go nowhere
for this street is my hearts affair
the docks today they call my name
and feeding birds has brought me fame
some would say I am the same
although through life ive changed my game
and when that cold wind starts to blow
ill need another place to go
I live in the south so it does not snow
its very cold even so
so I sing my song of fond goodbye
and lift my hat up to the sky
this I know I cannot lie
is my hometown until I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Christan. Thanks for sharing