Walking,
Always walking
But never knowing
Knowing where he's going
He just walks
Walks this long road
And sees
Sees all the people
The happy, joyous people
Who have their lives,
Their families and friends
All the things he wishes for,
Wishes he could have
could know.
But he doesn't have that
He only has this road
This long, winding road
And that's all he's ever known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was well written Thomas. I enjoyed reading it.