'Amnesia, amnesia,
Forgetful me,
But who am I?
And where could I be? '
The stranger says,
Moving along,
Passing through,
Guessing wrong,
Checking his clothes,
For clues & such,
But searching in vain,
And having no luck,
With an aching head,
And trembling hands,
He wanders on,
This forgetful man,
The wayward tramp,
Leaving no trail,
Continues his search,
But to no avail,
Poor little man,
He has no clue,
You should be glad,
That this isn't you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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