I was in the yard when I heard him say,
"Pardon me, ma'am, but I've lost my way."
His face looked so tired but so very sweet.
"Don't worry Sir! What's the name of your street?"
He said, "819," as quick as a wink.
The name of his street he just couldn't think.
So we got in the car and rode around.
Saw many houses but his couldn't be found.
We gave up our search and went to the station
Learned many were looking all over creation. Lloyd and his dog had trudged very far,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem