Hobo-A, had been down on his luck. There sitting
on a lone park bench, his friend just came into view.
Upon contact, the friend came over to the bench
to converse with HOBO-A.
Well long time HOBO-A, how are things truck-in along
in life. Well I'm down and lost again. The dope and
alcohol, all I do is sit and watch TV. I feel like the
world is squeezing me dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem