I wanted the gold, and I sought it.
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy - I fought it:
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it -
Came out with a fortune last fall,
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.
Robert Service

Thanks Arvada..... B)
Good one, We enjoyed that this morning. :D

CP

Should I heed the poets advice?

NAH!!!! I'll figure out what I wasted once I get my hands on dat fortune!!! Now whar's me shovel? :D

You show alot of class.

I meant that for the 3 of you.

as the sunshine peeks her pretty rays over the horizons edge, it brings a smile to my face. i know a new day has dawned and shes within me. she warms my soul, and brings happiness wherever she goes. maybe not all agree, but those who chose to live in darkness need not matter. her ever loving glow is my beacon, ill follow her to the days end ....

by wyodust....delete if you wish...lol

Thats a great poem wyodust, but is it about gold or your wife? lol ;)

^_^ depends..........