Fool I am....
08/01/2019

Fool I am, by age old
Still searching, for *** of gold
Over the horizon, I am told
Directional map, I am sold

Fool I am, by age old
Early morn, my bones are cold
Tools, I can no longer hold
Not in body, only mind is bold

Fool I am, by age old
In damp caves, map I unfold
Inhale pores, of the mold
In bed, after being scold

Fool I ain't, by age old
Imprinted on mind, vein of gold
Back I'll go, when no longer cold
In my hands, riches to hold