Live like a pauper
No money to my name
Happy in a cardboard box am I
With no-one to blame
No expectation, responsiblity or fame
No need to conform
Or work like a slave to finally go insane
Just free to be me and go roaming around
Experiencing life,
Always laughing and smiling never wearing a frown
Take pleasure in all that life has to give
Being my true self, totally free just to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the sense of freedom expressed. However, I sense in this piece an underlying loneliness.