three shiney pennies,
a nickle and a dime
found in a pant's pocket
a hidden treasure to a lad
who had no home for so long
a kings fortune, his to keep
wednesday was wash day, over
an outside fireplace, a washpot
and the washboard, to scrubb
as a child i got to check all
the pockets, and make claim
to riches, remembered later, in age
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I can relate to this, very good poem.---Melvina