Pot Of Gold

Beneath the leaves of an evergreen
A man found some golden coins
Bright and beautiful they were
Under the morning Sun

He gather them up neatly
And decided to take them home
The man placed them on a shelf
That was made of silver and gold

He polished them up every day
And handled them with care
He did not want to share them
So he kept them for himself

The people who loved him
He kept them at bay
When they came to visit him
He turned them all away

One day he decided to cash in his coins
To pay his monthly rent
You could imagine his shock
When the bank said they were not worth a cent

Now who can he turn to
Not a living soul
Because he wasted all of his time and effort
On a worthless pot of gold.

ML Hudson