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
Copyright © Bella Holt | Year Posted 2018
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