Tales of GoldA Chapter by Tracea story of wealth and greedA stream he had found, while wandering around Through miles of mountain trails Broken and sore, from looking for That big strike where he’d prevail,
Years and years he had endeavored With just a trace now and then to show He had dipped his pan, across the land Everywhere that he would go,
He knew what signs to look for He had struck it rich before But money earned, is quickly burned From a wealthy man, now he was poor,
So about to cash in his chips He sat down on the bank of a stream Bending over to drink, he could scarcely think Of what was causing that shimmering gleam,
The sun shown bright and clearly Through the sparkling little creek He dug his hand, into the sand Would this finally be his lucky streak,
He slowly pulled out his fist And opened it up to see Well he just stared, at the nuggets there How much dough could there really be,
He worked day in and day out Pulling his treasure from the sand From big to small, he gathered it all He’d be the richest man in the land,
But greed seemed to take control While filling his bags with all they could hold Then he loaded his pack, threw it over his back Slipped and fell from the weight of the gold,
A stream I found, while wandering around In the hills near my mountain home When to my surprise, right before my eyes A tattered old pack….. on a pile of bones. © 2017 TraceFeatured Review
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AuthorTracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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