In the early morning he went out,
Whole day he walked,
In the evening he came back
To his little cottage,
Then he took his dinner,
Thereafter he fell deep asleep
In his small but cosy bed,
What a beautiful life he had!
The young artist considered him
As the happiest of the world.
you have missed many of my poemetry was the guy sick and u were tending him I can a LONELY GUY BE SOLELY HAP pee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is when you expect the least from life and live a spartan life in content... well said and a point is taken...