This tail I tell speaks of the broken man,
The man who never liked change, forced to move four schools,
The man who never liked conflict, knew his dad beat his mom,
The man who longed for love, never even had a kiss,
The man who longed for care, is a loner and is not aware,
That sitting at the bottom of every beer can, is not the soul of the broken man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem