Bribing the Gods
I have a nail,
I havd a screw
I have a "Pot 'O Gold",
But I don't have you...
Each day I awake,
I stumble down to the shore,
I've done this for many years,
I'll do it many more
I throw a gold piece,
Into the sea,
Hoping Posiedan
Will bring you back to me.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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