Some choose to live in town for reasons
While others seek plain country steads
Then there are those who know no seasons
Nor where to lay their tousled heads
They once had tried to build a life
A little cottage on a side street
A car, a porch, a comely wife
Some build a home and fill their pantry
Soon friends stop in to have a chat
Then one day something jars this gantry
A truck hauls off man, wife and cat
They once had tried to build a life
A little cottage on a side street
A car, a porch, a comely wife
Abandoned then the little cottage
Its sheets of tin rust on the roof
It reeks of trash wet down with sewage
An eyesore, neighbors low aloof
Some choose to live in town for reasons
While others seek plain country steads
Then there are those who know no seasons
Nor where to lay their tousled heads.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem