Among the rocks,
I found a diamond,
Its many facets
Reflecting my torch
Light in every direction,
Dazzling my eyes.
In my hands,
It was hard
And unyielding
And all I had
to do was slip
It into my pocket
No one would know,
No one would believe.
Instantly, i would
Become rich, but
What is rich?
What is rich,
If I deceive
The ones I love?
What is rich
when there is
No one to share
The trappings
Of my prosperity?
What is rich
If I was alone
In a world
That is foreign
And nothing but
Illusions and deceptions?
Digging a hole,
I made my decision,
I placed the diamond
In the hole
And buried it.
A fool am I?
Perhaps, but a
Happy fool with
No money to his name
Is better than an
Unhappy one with
Money to burn.
A fool I am.
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Very nice poem. Love it.
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