I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; <br />Don't look into a good girl's eyes, until you've settled down. <br />It's hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind- <br />It's hard to travel steerage when your tastes are more refined- <br />To reach a place when times are bad, and to be standing there, <br />No money in your pocket nor a decent rag to wear. <br />But be forced from that fond clasp, from that last clinging kiss- <br />By poverty! There is on earth no harder thing than this. <br /><br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-tell-you-what-you-wanderers/
