The Second Fool

December 8, 2010
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Treasure, my friend, treasure calls!
No matter what to me befalls,
I shall reach this mound of gold,
Grasped around me its tempting hold.

Through forests and unseen lands I go.
My trails and paths are what Fate sews.
To me come behemoths or illusions, I cannot tell.
All I knew was passion for wealth, unable to quell.

At last I discover the heap of glory!
Filled with emotion, I’m anything but sorry.
Fortitude, fame, and fortune I’ve obtained.
I reach in, greedy hands unrestrained.

Surprised I am, for I find nothing.
Fists are clenched and my rage is building.
All my life I never believed
that I would find myself so bereaved.





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