Today I saw a homeless man pulling a grocery cart,
load of bottles, cans and a kitty cat.
A hard days journey in the city, collecting cans and bottles,
both seemed content with what they had.as followers.
Although he was homeless, no signs of complaining
as, to market he goes to get some cash, allowable..
For cans and bottles that he was to collect,
that are necessary, to maintain his way of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem