So sometimes it gets lonely, all tired and worn and gaumless.
However, what's the least you can expect from a 9 - 5 all rounder.
He wakes from his grey ground dreams, dropped into reality once more.
After taking nourishment from the contents of a cupboard,
Wanders into the bitter outside and sets off to his confinement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I consider this a great start to a poem. I say start, 'cause I feel it should be longer; also, I think it would read better if it were written in line breaks, so the lines aren't so long. Perhaps, you might also consider taking of the, 'So' at the beginning, changing the word 'it' for 'he', makes 'him' seem more human, oh' and minimize conjunctions. (btw I'm no expert, just my opinion) Sometimes he gets lonely all tired, worn and gaumless. However, what's the least you can expect from a 9 - 5 all rounder