Fools Gold Poem by Mustafa Marconi

Once upon a time
In a distant not so far
I stumbled upon a brilliant river
Gushing with diamonds, emeralds and gold
Wading through the water
Struggling to find my way
Following the footsteps of those before me
Who’ve managed to pave the way
As I continued on my journey
Caught a glimpse of one who fell
Right hand clinging to a tree branch
Left hand full of fools gold
Offered my assistance
Too weak to hold his own
Wouldn’t pass the burdened left hand
Drowned protecting his gold
Pressed on for time was vital
Deeply reflecting along the way
Unable to find a single emerald
Or some residue of gold
Searching for some shelter
Soaking wet and feeling cold
Wondering if opportunity
Had jilted me once again
My spirit oh so troubled
I prayed my faith to hold
Woke up bright and early
With pockets full of gold