The gems- a poem

I used to dig for gems
And rejoice in their beautiful colors
But a moment later
They would dissolve in my hands
So I’d do it again and again and again
Only to find a moment’s pleasure.
Today I chase butterflies
Only to pass the time
And when I catch one
I’m not disappointed when they escape.


I spent my youth looking for pearls in the creek… though poorer for my efforts my eyes are keener than before.

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