Chasing the gold
At the end of the rainbow there is a pot of gold,
I haven’t seen it but I have been told.
I travel along with the end in sight,
the road has been long with dark days and nights.
My body is tired and my mind is weak,
if I carry on I shall reach the peak.
The rainbow is fading as I see the end,
I walk further and faster with every step I depend.
The end is nigh and the gold is in hand,
I am joyful and content as here I stand.
