By A Lucky Blunder
I have been prospecting
For many many years
I don’t have much to show
For my blood sweat and tears
So here is a secret
If you plan to prospect
Do not trust anyone
Miners are like a sect
I made a couple strikes
And I wanted to share
But I could not find one
Who wanted to play fair
Every one I met lied
Yet asked where I found it
I told them a few lies
And watched them throw their fits
If you’re not in their group
They’ll treat you like a dolt
Beware of assayers
Or you’ll receive a jolt
You know where you found it
Take your time and study
You can do it alone
You don’t need a buddy
I know time’s on my side
I’m not in a hurry
To crush up my hard rock
And create a slurry
Oh, have I found diamond
There are times I wonder
It’s all where I’ve found it
By a lucky blunder
Edwin Tanguma © 5/9/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem