Searching For Gold
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In a way we’re all like prospectors panning through the river of life
for each day, as we grow old…
we search for little bits of happiness…
our own little nuggets of gold.
And just like prospectors…we never know
in the river about to be mined
what happiness we might discover
what nuggets of happiness we might find.
For happiness comes in many colors, shapes and sizes
to discover this is paramount…
and if we’re lucky at the end fo the day
we have more nuggets than we can count.
And if we’re truly blessed at the end of our life
when our story has been told
we’ve collected a lifetime of happiness
of little nuggets made of gold.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2020
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