What hair he has left it is silvery gray
And surely he has known a far better day
And yet he works hard and he drinks every night
And when he gets drunk he does not look for fight.
Though he has not seen him now for a few years
He talks of his son when he's had a few beers
His wife she left him a few years ago
And where she lives now he does not care or know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem