Old Gold
I had for long been impoverished, as is often the
case with writers, Though I worked most diligently,
at times even pulling all-nighters. Rosy dreams
kept me going, although times were frequently
rough, As black night fuels its moonlight, lending
reveries that turn to fluff. My friends and family
tried to help, by permitting me frequent loans, As
steady waves forever assist, to make hued pebbles
out of stones. Each day I grew steadily older,
however my life was going nowhere, Like smoke
that rises toward heaven, then disappears into
misty air! However, happy being creative, although
bills were a constant worry, I endlessly wrote
dramatic fiction, as cool snowflakes fall in a flurry.
But rejection slips still piled up, despite a couple of
minor successes. Whereas my dreams were
unrealized, to me they were yet precious. As the
sun peeks over the horizon, just when aurora
colors are flush, I knew beyond the shadow of all
doubt, one day I would be famous! As moon never
squanders night doubting, in her pearly
moonbeams, But sends them roaming darkness, in
silvery hours of sweet dreams. Yet one day the
dark clouds came, as I abruptly lost a part time
job; And pondered how to make ends meet, as blue
skies turning apricot! But whenever times get
tough, you absolutely keep moving forward, Exactly
the same as time itself, and the forever it is moving
toward. So, I determined to seek another job,
following some spring cleaning. After mowing both
the lawns, in bright flower beds I started weeding. I
encountered a stubborn weed, and with the spade I
vigorously dug, Until glinting sun revealed an
object, dully shining, so I gave it a tug! In my
hands I soon held a coin, about the size of a
modern half dollar, It gleamed in afternoon's sun,
embossed with a figure of great honor! It had a
special amber look of gold, so that I was
immensely intrigued, But the coin as I soon found
out, was more valuable than I'd believed! It really
was of the purest gold, and was created around the
year 6 BC. And it easily sold for several million, and
as finder, half belonged to me. As gray skies
sometimes wait for days, for glad appearance of
the sun, Because a gloomy lack of brilliance, puts a
cool damper on all the fun. My unusual story went
around the world, then people knew my face, As
shy moon ever hides in the dark, yet still is familiar
in every place. Hooray! I could now devote time to
writing, and I was already famous, Like blooms
long famed for beauty, are ever feeling humanity's
crush! Everyone was very thrilled for me, and I
promptly paid back each loan, I helped loved ones
in other ways, then remodeled my office at home.
Like stars that rearrange themselves, over many
dreamless millennia, 'Til after countless diamond
ages, they find themselves in a new area. Although
hard times often appear, there is no reason to give
up hope, Good fortune once spanned long ages, as
I neared the end of my rope!