Maidas...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

too late for me
to desist from wishing
that everything
i touch shall turn into
gold,

i know that this is
a matter of
figurative language
and i wake up to its new
meaning while i was
about to sleep last night

maidas was his name
his hands are magical turning
everything he touches into gold
to include of course
his food

and how does your body
digest gold?

maidas could be the richest
man but his hunger is killing him
and thus it happened.