Let mama not worry about me
I'll walk my miles
Eat in the dumps
And sleep by the streets
When the time comes
I'll shed my cloak
And leave the rest in the street
For flies and vultures to dine
If they can not accomplished their mission,
I wonder the duty of the urban authority!
I must have turned my back away
From this way
My ears of use no more
The bridge broken;
Let mama not worry about me
For I would have slowly gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll shed my cloak And leave the rest in the street For flies and vultures to dine- -beautiful poetic lines, thanks for shasring