One day I will have my pot of gold,
The end of my dreams and aspirations,
My poetry in motion, for all to see,
Life's experience, happy, sad and true and dedications!
I have walked the shoes all my life,
Of good, bad and sad…!
But now my heart is warmed,
And that truly makes me glad!
My hypothetically pot of gold…
Is the end result for me!
The collection of my rainbows,
The end result I'll finally see.
To complete my series of prose,
I strived and strived and strived,
So all of my words, for all to hear,
Is 'my' pot of gold, I survived!