Treasure Island

Leslie Ching

(January 8,1995- / Toronto, ON, Canada)

Life Path


There are some things
That everyone knows;

Like, for instance,
That “April showers bring May flowers”,
And that after a shower there’s always a rainbow,
And on that rainbow seven colours are painted,
And at the end of those colours is a pot of gold.
Everyone knows you can never reach the end of it.
Says who?
You’re getting closer all the time.

Find your own
Deep rich reds
Loud tangy oranges
Carefree light yellows
Fresh crisp greens
Calm mellow blues
Quiet subtle violets
Delicate lilting indigoes.

And who knows?
Maybe
Just maybe
At the very end
You just might find your very own shining pot of gold…
(12/06/08)

Submitted: Saturday, December 06, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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  • Sameer Ahmed (12/24/2008 3:22:00 AM)

    Wow! .............Its really a thought provoking poem Leslie........I must appreciate you.......The only key to success is self-exploration......And these verses really guide us about the techniques by which we can sightsee ourselves and find ways for victory.......Every human being can be a real legend.............10/10...........Best wishes... (Report) Reply

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