Fool's Gold Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A soul to barter.
Then to steal back to pawn.
Is still a soul to have sold.
Leaving nothing left of it.
To consider,
As anything more...
Than the worthless commodity.
That it has been.
From the very beginning.
Given away to first portray it,
To be a valued treasured gem.
Even then to have been,
Dipped in layers of fool's gold.
Duped to trick,
Those with kept interests to invest.
Millions to deceive.
Left indebted to sorrows and regret.