Klondike Gold Rush

the men of the north come will ye the sons of the south come to thee seeking riches of Freya's tears some never find it and some take years some get sick and soon may die others give up and still many try all are looking for the thing that glows bright the mineral of greed that keeps men up at night with it who knows what you can acquire but once you have it, you seek lower and higher satisfies for but a short period of time till it is all gone and your left with but a dime you'll want more till your very rich and that greedy ache becomes a constant itch so keep on digging, digging for that gold by the time anyone stops they'll be dead or old keep that shovel up and never stop not until exhaustion makes you drop if gold is that important, worth your life then keep up the greed, keep up the strife gold is what has made people go bad and leaves the heart poor and sad places are scarred, and lives are lost if only they knew gold wasn't worth that cost