Spending Time Doing Chores
Sweeping Other Peoples Floors
Working For Free, Perhaps He Feels Free
That's His Freedom
Simple But Kind
The Job Not His Mind
Twigs And Brambles
Dirt And Leaves
Who Is This Boy
Where Is His Family
What Are His Wishes
What Are His Thoughts
At Piece With Himself
Doing Other Peoples Chores.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its illuminating..............