ODE TO THE MOTHER LODE Poem, by Twizzle48, at My poetic side

ODE TO THE MOTHER LODE

For years, just chipping away in the dark

And lit by just a modest lamp at my side

At first, the prospects were really quite stark

Alone and in winter, I sat down here and cried

But then there was something that pushed me on

A tiny glint of gold I knew was there

I’ll soon be rich, and now no longer a hope

Despair has now gone

Was this the mother lode of which I am aware

My emotions always were a slippery slope

Ah, now I have at last exposed the seam

It glitters, despite how crushed it is by rock

To find it after so much time, my dream

Yet even now it proved to be a shock

A scrape or two and then it will be mine

The search for gold was ever a life mission

A recompense for all these years below

Perhaps it is a sign

To realise the cash with no contrition

And in the sun to see that golden glow

Comments +

Tony36 February 8th, 2025 21:08
Excellent write
Poetic Licence February 8th, 2025 21:12
An enjoyable read taking me back to some history lessons and the prospectors of gold, those breaking their backs in the hopes of riches, i feel the sentiment of this write could apply elsewhere as well, enjoyed the read

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