Watchman watchman
Beside the gate side wondering for alms
Observing with mixed disdain
Every man from soul to toe
Luke man look man
Out of sight out of mind
With a careful stare at every passing man
Taking much more to the mind
Gate man gate man
Fumbling right and left
Wherever the master goes
In or out till all kings men slept
Sad man sad man
Serving under rain or sun
Sweat for thirst and heat for food
Till his whole life is gone beyond good
Last man last man
Night and day by the fence
Ever going in and never going out
Or giving his word for the board
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
***A wonderful poem, George. Thank you for sharing. Peace.
Thanks Dare Mr. Kelly, thanks.