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Gold
On her bedroom floor the young girl saw
Dusty white sand strewn like a desert
"Where are my slippers? Why is it so cold?"
A rusty tin box under the bed she saw
Opened it to find it filled with pieces of gold
She looked at the clock; pinched herself hard
The chilly biting wind caught her off guard
"Where am I? Who gave me this gold?
Where has the floor gone? I must sell the gold!"
She had her feet on the sand ; eyes on the gold
"I'll buy myself plenty of stuff;I must sell the gold!"
She forgot all the lessons taught to young and old
Took the gold in a bag; went to her mother
She went back to bed and dozed off to sleep
The gold was hers forever to keep
She opened her eyes and spied the gold
The golden sunlight through the window
Falling under her bed on her tin toy box
Filled with soft,cuddly,childhood toys
Real gold were these those eternal joys!
©bishu
