Here I'm all alone, 
Nothing but the hum of the rain.
Still my memoir has not gone, 
All about the unbearing pain.
I sense it within my bone, 
All I have gained.
And the rain is crying still, 
Looking at me, 
A man with a beer to kill.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    