PANNING FOR GOLD
Sifting, sifting
Listening, listening
baffled and hoping that we’ll be
Friends in the end;
Watching, watching;
Looking for what glistens.
As I contemplate on those who may shine.
Nuggets of truth surface sublime,
Who will stand the test of time?
Yet time has already shown its hand.
And only fool’s gold left in my pan.
Sifting, sifting, praying
That your sincerity would shine,
leaving no doubt.
Not wanting to let you go
but the proof proves…
” that you’re petty” now
I'm saddened because…
‘’You didn’t pan out’’