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
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A shot at frivolity
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Comments3
Fool your not as age has seen you into your long life.
If so we are all fools but I think not - a great read Suresh.
Fool you aint ..
Dont ya just love insight.... N
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