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I don't have the Midas' touch;
my path is not
paved in gold.

No, everything I touch
turns to rust
including my trust.  

Broken promises
and dashed dreams
mark my unsteady steps.

I count on silver linings
because believing
in pots of gold is futile.

I don't hope for too much
because experience teaches
the poor rarely become rich.

What I think are treasures
are piles of dirt
covered with shiny paper.

I've replaced idealist views
with practicality,
hope with bitter reality.