Many Things I Have Known

Many things i have known, In this my life, Cocktails and feasts, The powerful scents, Of meat roasting on coal, Rich and delicious, And plentiful free flowing wine, But i have hungered and thirsted, When the sun went to the west to rest. I have known the hard smell, The slippery touch of fresh bank notes, Have changed hands, with big bellied, shiny faced men, Who change country and cards and life for money, Yet penniless i have become, without a beggar's ten cent coin, For a crust of bread. I have known the comfort, Of London look taxi cabs, Cruised through neon lit cities, In the thick of the night, I have slept deeply, In the six inch foams of opulence, In heated rooms, halfway up the sky, Yet too i have trekked many miles, For lack of simple fare, Worn my feet, On dusty endless sidewalks, And returned, humbled, To the sack , that is indeed my home.