Word Morph - Coal To Gold
When you first stumbled upon me my soul was dull like coal
You never gave up and kept sight of your majestic goal
Dumb as a lamb yet humble enough to be led by your goad
Your hard work refined my soul and made it shine like gold
Copyright © Monique Mcdowell | Year Posted 2009
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