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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fools Gold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met a man the other day<br>With grey and mournful eyes<br>His parchment skin was wrinkled<br>And all his hair was white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked of him why was he so<br>Why did he seem so frail<br>He looked at me with deadened sight<br>And it was then he told his tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am, Sir, he said quiety <br>I am one of the undead<br>Who walk this earth continually<br>With slow and painful tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The problem, sir, he said to me<br>Was not valuing my life<br>Nor anything that came to me<br>I was not happy being alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was not a poor man, not at all<br>He said this haltingly<br>But everything that I possessed<br>I clung to desperately.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not realise, he said<br>I had so much I did not need<br>And all those things I had to have<br>Were as fruit not grown with seed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then one day I saw a chance<br>To grow rich beyond my dreams<br>There was a risk in this, he said<br>But the gain so massive seemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I not think of others? <br>Did I not mind the hurt? <br>For every gain that I would make<br>Would magnify my worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feely drank the Piper’s drinks<br>I could always hear his song<br>I did not weigh up what was right<br>Against what was clearly wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lied to those who loved me<br>I slept uneasy in my bed<br>But I was now successful<br>He quiet and proudly said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell into a silence<br>As tears formed within his eyes<br>And as if the words did pain him<br>Whispered ‘I believed my lies’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I believed I was immortal<br>I believed I could not fail<br>Then one day I was found out<br>And was sent unto a gaol.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world had changed when I got out<br>I felt so very left behind<br>And all those things I’d valued<br>Were now ghosts within my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sleep on garden benches<br>And I shiver cold at night<br>I am tortured by these demons<br>That I now must always fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this he stumbled onward<br>As if with a heavy load<br>And I stood there looking at him<br>This fool without his gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What are you seeking now I cried<br>He looked back and said softly<br>You ask me what i’m seeking, sir<br>I am simply seeking me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this his step did lighten<br>Though he walked with surer tread<br>And I could sense that he was now<br>Alive and not undead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q>
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With grey and mournful eyes
His parchment skin was wrinkled
And all his hair was white.

I asked of him why was he so
Why did he seem so frail
He looked at me with deadened sight
And it was then he told his tale.

I am, S..."></div>
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