I saw him walking down the street one Sunday
He looked fragile but sweet
His face looked as if he was in pain
My heart went out to him again and again
We saw each other while the street car was moving
Each going in the other direction
He called out to say hello
My darling old beaux
I waved back and tried to smile
I still loved him and miss him so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem