By Mr. Y
Greetings everyone. I wrote another poem, and I decided to post it here. This will be the last poem in a while, probably, because I have to go back to school in a few days, and I probably won’t have much time.
This poem is a dialogue between two people. One person’s words are in Black writing, and the other person’s are in Green writing.
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O dear friend, why do you cast out,
Your precious gold for stones so cheap,
I must warn you, there is no doubt,
The mistake you are making is too deep
O dear friend, this gold so pure,
You will not find with such great ease,
But stones and sand are on every shore,
And in every wind and every breeze
Why do you bother me this way,
Why must you question my affairs,
Let me have my fun and play,
Of no use to me are these golden wares
O dear friend, no harm do I mean,
No ill will do I bear for you in my soul,
Lord is my witness my intentions are clean,
Your best interest is my only goal
O dear friend, I ask you to heed,
These words of warning at this very time,
A day will come when gold you may need,
Do work for it now, to you I cry
I do not desire to work and to toil,
To purify this gold from ore,
Give me stones, give me sand, but do not spoil,
This evening I have without any chore
O dear friend, do you not know,
For all things of value, the price is sweat,
Work is your friend, and sloth is your foe,
With this you will have no regret
O dear friend, if you wish it so,
From my own stores will I give to you,
So hard I worked since long ago,
But you may take it if you choose
Keep your gold and keep your gestures,
I have no use for either,
Will you ever stop your lectures,
Please leave me be and do not bother
O dear friend, I am so sad,
I only did mean to help,
My dear friend to understand,
And to achieve true wealth
O dear friend, I will not despair,
Here I shall wait without a sound,
When you are ready, you have my ear,
Ye who are lost can also be found
