The road is a lonely place in every town there is a new face for me to meet as i walk down the street with only a little money i find it kind of funny that i would rather not stay home but when it comes to the road i am not alone so i continue to walk on singing a song with my head held high to the sky if i had to choose between the being at home or the road i would choose the road for that is the ultimate path towards freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Perry. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.