Fool's Gold

FOOL'S GOLD



I give to you that which I give no other,
This skill I keep hidden in classes and pain,
And this feeble pen that sheds no new light.
I fear I am dulled by complacency,
And my talent murdered by lack of anguish,
So I gift you with no major piece.
Yet, you look at me anew,
As if you had found some hidden treasure,
Some gold mine covered by coal dust,
Some silver tarnished black with time.
Have I earned some vague respect,
Unbeknownst to me that I lacked;
Gained some subtle honor in your eyes
That your thespian soul must award?
We, two, are so very different
That I wonder at our communication.
You, wrapped in class and parental love,
And I, abject in my anguish and chosen solitude.
Is it possible that I might be able
To give something in this awkward friendship?
You inspire a feeling close to awe,
For you are so focused, so vibrant, so full of knowledge,
That I just want to absorb everything --
To devour all the aiki that you possess.
I give you this ink, bled onto pristine page,
And you give me the kudos I so need to hear.
How do you know what it is that I need?
You have found gems where I thought

    Only star dust blinded my sight.

You have found value in what I thought
    Was only fool's gold.

Copyright 1997, 1998 Tara Tambollio


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