The Masked Man - Poem by Stephen Rogers
A gold coin,
a sparkling joy,
a living beauty.
Things unseen to the untrained eye,
shown in a world of discontent,
worth it's weight in people,
worth it's while in cash.
I found it under the soil,
just beneath an old sign post,
only inches from the surface.
I pick it up,
I take it to the store.
A masked man took it from me,
they took my coin, I fought for it,
and lost, I lost my life.
As my soul proceeds back to my home,
I read the sign I removed from the ground:
“Take not what you cannot possess.”
A message for both me,
and the masked man.
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