An Autumnal Frenzied Dream!

'Hey! Chum leave that sleepless graveyard shift
You are too old now and you said that you have the guard License?
Let's go to a Ghost Town and there's a project of Gold mining.
They hurriedly search for Security guards and offer a handsome salary
And much more benefits with a health insurance?
You get an opportunity to cure your nagging Sciatica too!
By the way secretly you can collect gold dust! '
The dark fellow murmured like a ghost
And I saw his upper golden denture that glitters!
In the morning I told my beloved wife
That I have an idea to work in a Gold mine.
Then she said; 'O No you are allergy to gold
That's why our jewelry still remain in the pawn shop
And not yet redeemed? '
And she cried secretly.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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