Not all that glitters is gold!

Icy cold, the wind blows

Across her gold-fields, beauty.

I had to dig deep

To find that vein, kindness.

Never did strike gold.

I heard she got married:

An Iron ore Magnate.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great wisdom in the words.
"To find that vein, kindness.
Never did strike gold."
Sometime what we want. Isn't what we need. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry Andrew.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much CP

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Jamestown]

Another clever and creative piece of work!
Always smiling when reading your work!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed:)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your time and review JT

[marcus]

sounds like fools gold to me!

[andrew mitchell]

How right you are! thanks marcus

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Very creative and written with imagination!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jane for your kind words!

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Very clever and creative.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Cherry:)

[jeannemarie coulter]

remarkable, and delightfully penned...

[andrew mitchell]

thank you for your kind words jeannemarie

[wordman]

just like a new red car,it gets dirty after a while..good write

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Wordman

[wordman]

you`re welcome

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indeed, the shiny objects are oft times just good to look at but rarely produce much value... nicely-done, Andrew!

[andrew mitchell]

So true indeed FT