I saw a man inside my attic,
Walking round and round and round.
He's never ran or sat about, just walked
Around and round and round.
He doesn't see me I do hope
For he's a ghost that sees not hears.
He seems like he's a lonely man,
That lived here once before I came.
But now I'm here and I shall stay
And leave him be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem