Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
Worn boots along the road,
Taking in the hedgerow smells,
That plants themselves have sowed.
Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
A walking down the lane,
And when the daylight turns to dusk,
I'll sleep in a farmer’s wain.
Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
Better poor than rich,
Don't look for me when I am old,
I lie frozen in a ditch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wish I share too. Great poetic expressions.