I can't go farther
the mist is too thick
an inn I'll find for the night
another route tomorrow I'll pick-

such is the life
of a wayfarer
desolate, homeless
a lonely drifter-

no  job could I  find
I don't have a university-paper
rejected by a hundred employers
I had no choice but to be a writer

how I've failed so badly
so many times and over:
'  Your book doesn't fit us'
   was the curt reply of the editor!

   Still I'll go farther
  staying still is not the answer
  if nothing does work out
I'll try to marry a rich man's book-loving daughter!