Of all the things I wanted to be

when I was young boy,

the jobs I imagined being able to do  with a

certain degree of satisfaction,

never mind at all

the wage

in which was not even a secondary factor

in my overwhelmed mind

as I never thought I would be married

and father children

of my own in which to foul up their lives,

the most appealing was the life of a Hobo,

or the tramp

when spoke in English tongue.