The Other End Of The Rainbow Poem by Herbert Dry

I stand looking at a rainbow I am
in disarray

Confusion and chaos untethered rules
over my day

No matter which end of the rainbow
I go

Always at the other end is the pot
of gold

A pot of gold is elusive and difficult
to find

The seven colors of the rainbow does not
my pocket line

I reach into my pocket so empty
I Whine

I raise up in the morning feeling
a little ill

If my luck don't change I'll be buried
in a paupers field

On the street corner I stand kind sir could
you spare a dime

I know that tomorrow good luck on me
will shine

I will buy me an expensive suit at the rich
man's table I will dine