i have drank wine with kings and queens
ate with the poor and homeless pork and beans
if i give you silver and gold
will it satisfy your soul as you been told
my soul runs hot and cold
i was young now iam old
iam still seekig and finding being bold
in the wilderness i roam
like a gypsy looking for a home
of kings and queens
gin, wine pork and beans
i survive by any means! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful rhymes in your poem.. It is your first poem and i have pleasure to comment on your poem. best write.