The Chinaman’s Curse
This gift of gold I
saved for you from deep within the ground
A pile or more lies
hidden there in reef quartz like rivers sheen
From a winch you must
descend to hear the water’s sound
And in its dampened darkness
from your lamplight watch it gleam
Please remember me in
loving terms and not when at my worse
It’s what gold fever’s done
to me and a thing that you should know
The vapours they will
linger long so beware the Chinese Curse
And beware the High Street
Spruiker
And heed not the pull
of greed when your pocket’s empty and bare
Stay clear of the sleazy
spivs in spats who peddle mindless dope
And of the maid old and
in rags a begging let not your eyes to stare
Beware of slick investors
who want more than just your gold
This world has many
treasure camped deep within its core
My secret is a keeper and
through the years it’s only you I’ve told
For gold is not a
treasure just currency it is really nothing more
Great to see you're still forging ahead, Terry, and I can't wait to read your debut novel.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing it too. I understand your book is almost complete well done.
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