Author Information
The fool and his gold
The fool and his gold
were quite a jolly pair
the fool flaunted his gain with no liable care
he took from the pot never tallying the difference
spending on dainties that consumed like incense
mesmerized in a trance in an idiotic dance
two steps from two cents, into beggars prance
the fool squanders his gain
it washes away in the rain
his tears are one with the showers
he wasted his riches for he was a coward
afraid to invest what he was given
he never sowed so his seed did deplete to the wind driven
away, away his fortune like a prey
consumed by the devourer
at the end of the day
don’t be a fool with your money
if you have no regard for it
it will depart in crude acrimony.
© Gail Clarke 2007
