With them in his pocket he broke in swinging dance
But now nonentity two penny gets no chance
Two penny is so poor got no clue what to do
No fetcher it can’t bring him a slice of the blue
He wanders on the way on him was fifty buck
Spent them on tangibles soon ran out of luck
Two penny is so poor can’t bring his eyes a gleam
Can’t make him a winner can’t weave for him a dream
He sniffs the evening air smells palate tickling food
But what with that two penny that isn’t any good
Two penny in his pocket with a little try
Fetch him a little blue a piece of his sky
Where he can paint his wish find fulfilment
Fly in the happiness of two penny well spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full if pathos. Good work.