23Kilograms
23 kilograms
Is really quite a bit
811 ounces
Some might say holy s***
What am I talking about
I'll say I plead the fifth
I thank My Father above
For giving me such a gift
Not the 23 kilograms
Of the metal of which I speak
But of the ore that he gave me
When I was young and oh so meek
I'll cherish it forever
Until the day I die
But I will not worship it
Its not the apple of my eye
Sure I could be a rich man
Of this I have no doubt
I could have lots of money
And my words might carry clout
Ya'll can continue seeking it
Ya'll do have that right
And I'll continue laughing
Knowing I can sleep at night
. 4/1/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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