So I have been told that i'm such a fool for finding the end of the rainbow and not taking the pot of gold.
Trading it back to the leprechaun for a smile and a book of poems.
Knowing that with just this story, the poems would be worth more than any amount of gold.
Being selfish for some time.
Trying to process all of the rhymes.
Couldn't possibly share, I didn't dare.
Just wasn't right. not this time.
This world doesn't care.
So here I am standing alone in a room filled of peers, not even close to sensing i'm near. Finally able to share what I once wouldn't dare.
As always though, society wouldn't make time to hear.
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