There are veins of gold embedded
In the hearts of souls neglected
Who are oft times called and pitted
Against the fortunes of
Our times…
The weak and wealthy dread it
For there's not one whit that's added
To the dwellers who homesteaded
By the glittering shores
of time.
Who in eternity dwells, sans avarice
The halls of posterity will cherish
And know the truth unembellished
In the nothingness of the
Sublime
Where you are is where you're headed
And past season's feathers shedded
Among the clouds on paths
Untreaded
Free as an eagle you will
Fly.
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