Riches

Riches Once, in the shallow river where sunlight makes the stone look like gold nuggets, I threw into its water an engagement ring, made of silver. I had paid plenty for it on my low earnings, but compared with the river`s gold it was junk. Saw her kiss a man in a café where I could not afford to take her, my misery was total my disgrace deep, how could I be so deluded to think she would take my silver to his gold. I threw mine into the river; amidst shiny stones, my ring looked trite as a sliver of moonlight after ancient God`s bacchanalia. And forever I will be silent, not speak to her about this: a young man`s the heart is impossible romantic. The river is now an asphalted road, deep down the precious stones and my silver engagement ring.