In searching for some valuables untold
Your find sometimes is a fabulous fool's gold.
Who is the fool: who hid or who retrieved?
Who is in gain, and who is then bereaved?
You know what is trumpery, what's bluff,
Yet fall for this unprecedented stuff.
The gloss bears no aura of sterling
And brings you neither interest, nor earning.
Look: yonder in the coruscating fold,
Vaunts that illusionary fabulous fool's gold!
Friend, see, what glitters may not be the one,
Once you have into such deception run!
Sometimes, true gold is what you may leave out
Like silver lining hints in every cloud;
Like burnished steel, yet valuable to use;
Like modest hearts, yet ready to enthuse;
Like humble deeds which never resonate,
Like deeper feelings never to abate!
To ward off lures, you should look around
To find true values, virtuously crowned!
This is a veritable GEM of a poem! No Fool's Gold here! :)
Thanks, dear sharer! I grant this gem to everyone who really wishes to see the truth, not vain dazzle!
Like modest hearts, yet ready to enthuse. Humble deed motivates others not the gold. An amazing writing is shared with wonderful rhyming thin this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful every couplet- goodly penned and good poem like to quote one of couples Like humble deeds which never resonate, Like deeper feelings never to abate!
Sincerest thanks for likking the piece! Well-penned when your heart is intoned by true understanding of the matter. I composed it just a week ago hesitating to promulgate, now I see that I have hit the bull's eye!