Someplace Beyond
I long for the elusive pot of gold;
found at the rainbow’s end;
become more elusive as I grow old;
and feel my hopes descend.
The prize looms, as I near four score;
what is that gold all about;
whatever I gain; I always want more;
I feel I’m inside, looking out.
Whatever we seek, is beyond our grasp;
can one hold a thought in his hand;
perfection is the great unfinished task;
new life is in constant demand.
Each is a conquerer; in his own mind;
seeking to capture that gold;
but, such isn’t how this life is designed;
revealed; only to the old.
As I inhale the warmth of God’s love;
the Master whispers the answer;
the only true gold, is the kingdom above;
physical gold is only a cancer.
We’re here; but a moment; to laugh and cry;
soak it in; but don’t grow too fond;
this physical life is predestined to die;
eternity lies someplace beyond.
True riches exist, only, in thoughts, alone;
treasures; with which none can abscond;
stored up to last in their eternal home;
heaven is that someplace beyond.
Monty 12/3/23. # 1,868