In my quiet time
I sit and think about the things of this life
especially when I don't have a dime
and lonely without a wife
I feel very bad
often downtrodden
I always get sad
many times I have been heart broken
I feel very weakened
So deserted
my troubles becomes more thickened
why can't all these be averted
my thoughts makes no difference
they are all futile
so let me stop making reference
as it's making me fragile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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