FIND THE GOLD

FIND THE GOLD

Find the gold in the winter cold,
The antidote pill in the feverish chill,
The shining light at the end of the rainbow,
At the end of the day when the sun sinks low.

Find the gold hidden beneath,
The tears and the woe, the sorrow and grief,
Turn over the stone, the bright colored leaf.
A world undiscovered, surpassing belief.

Find the gold, for without it you’re lost,
Your powers diminished, your signals are crossed.
You live in your bubble a man set apart,
Find the bright gold in your tired, tarnished heart.

Find the gold, for you feel yourself sinking,
Down that long slippery slope you slide without thinking.
Lost in the forest, a wandering child,
Barefoot and helpless, devoid of all style.

Find the gold that’s there in the hills.
When the night settles in with its consummate skill,
Find the gold on your wild windowsill,
Before roses die, before winter kills.

Find the gold that you’ve bought and you’ve sold,
Surrender the darkness that covers your soul,
The darkness that threatens to swallow you whole,
Before all your songs and your stories are told.

Find the gold on this roller coaster ride,
Find the gold on the road to suicide.
Like a leaping leprechaun dancing in the sunset,
Find the gold dream hidden in the sorrow and regret.
Find the gold in your gleaming lunch pail,
The yellow brick traversing your long and winding trail.
Find the gold like Dorothy did on her danger dipped trip,
Find the gold like Tiny Tim and tiptoe through the tulips.

Find the gold in the winter cold,
The antidote pill in the feverish chill,
The shining light at the end of your days,
That settles on your heart with a strange, burnished glaze.
The shining light at the end of the rainbow,
At the end of the day when the sun sinks low.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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