The gentleman is elderly
Lonely and so tired.
And as the falling snow
is piling high...
He needs a friend
Who can help for awhile
But no-one heeds his cry.
Familiar faces passing by
Never seem to care...
They also have their troubles
Many, they could share.
But the gentleman is weeping
With hunger beyond compare.
Is anybody there? Is anybody there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem