Excuse me, Dear sir
Would you care for a song?
I ask not of gold nor silver
But a smile, that's all
Good Evening, My lady
Would you care for a song?
To celebrate such moon
In this glorious night fall
I can sing anything
Soft, Classic or mellow
I also do dances
As I sing along
Excuse me, Dear sir
Excuse me, Dear Ma'am
Why are you staring?
with such pitiful eyes?
My clothes are rags
My body is dirty
I am mostly bones
Under my skin
I will sing a song
Not for gold nor silver
but nothing more
than food to be warmer
I am rotting inside
I plead for your saving
but is a song
really worth something?
So please tell me
would you like to hear?
This poor Diva's singing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW VERY NICE THIS IS VERY SYMBOLIC VERY MEANINGFUL THERE ARE MANY DIVAS ON THE STREETS AND HOPE THEY WON'T MULTIPLY ANYMORE