With thanks to Lawrence Beck , and his poem '' Sadder But Wiser '' .


I FOLLOWDE A RAINBOW

I followed a rainbow

It was said I'd find

A crock of gold buried

At it's end

I reached it's end

I dug how I dug , till I

For sure I found gold for sure

Only to find it were

Only gold for the foolish

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



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Written on 2013-06-12 at 08:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent follow-up, Ken. I'm not sure which is more depressing: the idea that there are no pots of gold, or the one that pots may be found, but they're never what the finder had hoped they'd be.
2013-06-17


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Fool's gold will get ya every time! ;) Makes me think of chasing dreams, but the kind that are way out there and unreachable. But I've got to believe there's a slither of hope somewhere in the mix just the same... that's what keeps a lot of us going, I think :)
2013-06-14



I see what you mean but I've got to believe that the gold exists:)
TFS great poem.
2013-06-12