Gold Never Grows Old Poem by Harish Mudaliar

Once there lived a man so old
His vaults overflowed with diamonds and gold
All that’s best of gold stacked so tall
And all the darling gems composed his wall

Not a kind man was he for the poor
No excruciating cry pierced his massive door
He thinks there sins are heavily priced
Those who dare to help shall have their hands sliced

His Eminence resonate through the town
He who hears would sink in lust and drown
Till the farthest great plains
As far as the deserted no man’s lane

Even the tolerant and trusted would turn foe
For that he doubts even the dearest fellow
Not a flicker can beat his suspicious eyes
Still his obsession doesn’t suffice

Not a snatching hand to wrestle
Still he retreats deep beneath his dark castle
Not perturbed by the horror of void
Dwelled with rats and bats without being annoyed

All left after years was his rotting glands
Squishy Parasites worked on his protein strands
His house mates nibbled his dead flesh
Leaving behind only his whitish skeletal mesh

Fresh and green lives his handsome gold
Its art still so incredible to behold
Survives for another master who would guard
With all his might who vows die hard