Fool’s Gold

Like a

mighty oak tree

he stood

tall and so very

proud

 

Success was

within his grasp because

of hard work

it was oh so very well

deserved

 

Yet like

the mighty oak tree felled

by a tiny

insect he fell prey to her

deceitful kiss

 

Truth be

told my father was a fool for

love just

as false as pyrite’s duplicitous

gleam

 

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