The pioneer searches and searches, result or none,
Looking for that price filled one,
Everyone he knows comes second,
Those he lives with, loves, worth less he reckons,
Than that golden gold, and the warmth it gives

At last, he finds her in plain sight,
He coaxes her to be his, with gentle words,
She’s softer than the others, yet bright,
Brighter than he deserves,
In his hand, she’s heavier than he figured

Quickly enamored, soon obsessed,
He can’t let go, she’s the best
He won’t give her up, not for bread or butter,
He can’t think of a minute gone by without her,
But gold is what many desire

He tightens his grip, trusts no one to touch her,
So paranoid that he doubts even her,
He begins to stare deep within her shine,
And makes a discovery that shakes his spine,
The gold was never his, but actually another fools’