Eureka Cries
The old miner toils,
Searching mother earths spoils,
Tunnel dark and dingy,
Old wheel barrow wingy,
He has been there for all time,
Why? For no reason, no rhyme,
Oblivious to life up above,
Never feeling human touch nor love,
His one true love the gold he moves,
A demanding mistress she proves,
She is his one true calling,
Captivating, mysterious, enthrawling,
Dreaming of eureka cries,
Until the day he dies.
Copyright © Neysha Rose | Year Posted 2005
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