THE REAL POT OF GOLD
Every morning, the saga unfolds:
Restless souls are awake at the cock’s crow,
Rushing out into the dark, misty cold,
Fighting heavy traffic to play their roles
In a place where their future hold,
Working passionlessly on what’s been told,
Bearing and tolerating untold woes
As part of the chase for the pot of gold
That is promised at the end of the rainbow.
Overstressed, many lives take a toll,
Existing, not living life as a whole:
Health suffers many folds,
Relationships often put on hold,
Many desired vacations, they withhold
As they continue to put a front so bold
Believing they will find their pot of gold
At the elusive end of the rainbow.
If the truth be told:
Life is not one mad rush for gold,
It is not an ostentatious personal show
To accumulate wealth till it overflows;
It is the character you mould,
It is the values you extol,
It is your selfless spirit that you grow
As you help others achieve their goals.
The true reward is not the pot of gold:
It is your heart of gold.
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