Goldrush
GOLDRUSH
After the gold rush,
The man now holds his cheek in his palm
Sitting on a stone near the building sand
Burning in the hot sun of this world.
Wishing he had another chance
But all is gone, he had it, he wasted it.
Money was falling like leaves, his was only to pick
Never saved he let it leak,
He was strong like an eagle’s beak
Could work seven days a week he wasn’t weak.
Now he regrets why this had to be
He tries to fid the solution in the drink
Deceived by the solace he thinks it brings.
Day and night he sings
Of lost glory and praising Imaginary kings.
Stress has eaten into him
Brought him sickness and fatigue
But this’s left of his greed.
Even though he had six stomachs to feed
His, his wife’s and four kids
He had to take the bid…….as he tries to climb,
These so unsteady steps of the social ladder.
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