Golden Gate
achemist's of old , turning lead into gold
false proposition , an idea that they sold
promises of wealth , many led to believe
riches unimaginable , abundant recieve
concept well placed , but direction misplaced
metal composition's , our elemental base
a process evolving , a work in progress
individual refinery , avoid moment transgress
temper of self , fan the flames of desire
misgiving of gift , could be dire , mire
tall mountains to climb , rocky roads proceed
deep oceans we travel to fulfill our needs
like salmon's return , rough current upstream
enduring the challenge , impossible it seems
patience , prosperity , inner gold is our goal
nessecary exchange , at the gate of our toll .
Copyright © Jay Del Fierro | Year Posted 2007
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