Nuggets of Gold

Nuggets of Gold innocent but cold
Buried underground centuries untold
Your destiny now begins to unfold
Some will stay free but others will mold

Man will dig and labor in desert's and fire
Overcome all hardships to quench their desire
Lady’s want to wear touch you and admire
As they hearts go wild with glee and desire

Some will plunder rob
Steal and destroy
Millions of tears will flow
For momentary joy

As the time passes, we know it must
Man has gone for ever and turned into a dust
All nuggets of Gould as in good book foretold
Will melt away and fold into God's mold

©Frank Tot-Koren - Wollongong - 5 October 1999