Drifter - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
I wander ever
from palce to place
Not ever seeing a familiar face.
Just want to settle somewhere nice
Instead of the usual bed lice.
I just want live a home
I feel like a hernit or a gnome.
I see all walk before me
Not a care in the world
Wish that was me
Back to the pank bench
with the spittle and booze
To spend the night
before the local kids kick me
like a football
Comments about Drifter by Ibrar Siddiqi
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You