I am Raferty the Poet
Full of hope and love,
With eyes that have no light,
With gentleness that has no misery.
Going west upon my pilgrimage
By the light of my heart,
Feeble and tired
To the end of my road.
Behold me now,
And my face to the wall,
A-playing music
Unto empty pockets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty pockets... Sometimes we find things in them we had not idea were there, and it goes the same for this poem :) - Wu