Gold Turns Cold Poem by Bieze Josphat
Gold Turns Cold
Today I ring a bell
For a story I tell
Of a man who wished gold
Would be anything he fold
So he held everything
From plastics to sisal string
He felt very tired
And so he retired
To bed but after eating.
Food turned to gold upon touching
And he died of starvation.
What a situation!
Saturday, August 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
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