I've watched them looking for gold
In the waters of the Bering Sea so cold
And the Kalgoorlie gold fields in the heat
When you see them getting the gold neat
Then there's the prospectors of the Rocky Mountains
Looking for gems amongst the ice and rock digging elations
They all have the sparkle in their eyes when they find the prize
And they call it gold fever they suffer holding off their demise.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
they die with, if not of gold fever. there are a lot of movies about it.