Rachello
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Hope all is well! Wrote you a poem...be nice don’t laugh :lol:
ALAS THE NUGGET DOES TRUMPET.
Along the path of fame.
Who’s steely eyes go blind,
But maybe also insane.
Yet the Golden glory is far, far to attain.
And someone else always to blame.
It’s Golden fire is fury.
It lurked in our desire.
Like Cranes,
we buried our heads in the muck and the mire.
It made fools of us all.
Until you find your mind,
And when you hear that Golden call;
It’s the call to acquire.
It deafened all the weak.
It killed all the meek.
Only the strong can respire.
Once you hear the trumpet blast,
You’re worthy of it’s Golden cast.
Put that black coal on your fire.
For now you just might be a Refiner.
RL
ALAS THE NUGGET DOES TRUMPET.
Along the path of fame.
Who’s steely eyes go blind,
But maybe also insane.
Yet the Golden glory is far, far to attain.
And someone else always to blame.
It’s Golden fire is fury.
It lurked in our desire.
Like Cranes,
we buried our heads in the muck and the mire.
It made fools of us all.
Until you find your mind,
And when you hear that Golden call;
It’s the call to acquire.
It deafened all the weak.
It killed all the meek.
Only the strong can respire.
Once you hear the trumpet blast,
You’re worthy of it’s Golden cast.
Put that black coal on your fire.
For now you just might be a Refiner.
RL