Fool I am....
08/01/2019
Fool I am, by age old
Still searching, for pot of gold
Over the horizon, I am told
Directional map, I am sold
Fool I am, by age old
Early morn, my bones are cold
Tools, I can no longer hold
Not in body, only mind is bold
Fool I am, by age old
In damp caves, map I unfold
Inhale pores, of the mold
In bed, after being scold
Fool I ain\'t, by age old
Imprinted on mind, vein of gold
Back I\'ll go, when no longer cold
In my hands, riches to hold