They tell me I am jaded- Dreams long ago have faded...
Of what most people call the normal life.
A job, a home, a family; it seems are not for me
I guess I've made a stranger of my wife.
They say I am a selfish man, and many do not understand.
I'll give a man the shirt right off my back.
What I once thought was living free, now has proved a cage to be.
Somewhere along the way I lost the track.
I do my talking with my pen, ‘tis only then you see within,
And find somewhere deep inside there lies a heart.
My solitary ways, I guess, have really made my home a mess-
It looks like things will finally come apart.
But I don't know a way to be, except the way that makes me, me-
So I'll just let the chips fall where they may...
And if I get the worst of it, the punishment's the one that fits.
And I'll try to live my life from day to day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem