Your Gold Swept Away Poem by Gerry Legister

Earthquakes bring the waves it shook
Like speeds of hurricane wind, it took.
Destruction displayed with its fierce tail
From a huge storm twisting into a gale.

Climbing the highest hill into the sea
To firmly wait with all the gold, you lost
And the profits we shall never again see,
Pushed into loses by a wind that tossed.

We pray and hope to God for better days
That comfort may never wane or waver.
But grant some relief from fear and frets
In terrible storms of scam fine weather.

Stand the grounds that reward and inspire,
When the storm sweeps away your goal,
And you have no more credit left to hire
This breath of life is greater than gold.

Your strength will come back around
to be wiser at the next twist and turn.
With anchors fastened deeper into the ground
rooted in cautious armory, faithful and calm,