The Gold of Fools
Like a soul, to the devil sold, fools gold is old
Its always there, like a wishful thinking marital affair
But who is fooling the who out there
Drink invites the courage of the Dutch, its said
Do not let the she siren into your head, or your bed
Otherwise the warmth that is already within, so nice
Will turn colder and colder then freeze, like ice
Like a soul to the devil sold, its false, worthless, be bold
Better to mend a relationship that has slipped a few rules
Than to take the false gold that tricks only fools
Like a mirage in the desert air
There is no reality there
The vows of the marriage verse
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
Marriage is not a dead end street
Its a ring road where two hearts will meet
16 November 2016
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2016
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