Throughout their lives, beyond their hold,
many people search only for gold,
when there could be emerald,
opal, ruby and diamond.
They explore the deep pit.
Sometimes, they don't find it.
They are willing to bet,
plunging half of their feet.
They may win, they may lose,
but they don't mind the dues.
If the bounty is fine,
they could feast and toast wine.
But then, gold is perilous;
It corrupts the weak souls.
All the gaspers may dig,
and some dig like a pig.
And just like an insult
that detests the whole truth,
some leave a diamond to dig gold,
just to settle for a mold.
November 20, 2022
The Crap Shoot #2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Categories:
gaspers, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme