Walking along, I bumped my foot
Just because I had refused to look.
I fell to the ground—one stumble was all it took,
Life in this little mining town is always fast and busy.
I jumped up quickly just to see
What it could possibly be.
It was a strange-looking rock
Just sticking out by the side of the road,
And to my surprise, it turned out to be gold.
With my honey-brown skin and my faded old clothes,
I simply went unnoticed by all,
Moving around and doing whatever I supposed.
I ignored everything and everyone daily,
Not caring about their turned-up noses
And disappointed faces.
To everyone passing in their big flashy cars,
I was just the town's beggar
With my few belongings and many little jars.
I paid them no mind as I started to dig,
And with a great big grin,
I was dancing around and doing a jig.
When I got home to my little cottage in the woods,
Safe and sound,
Dancing as I sang, just clowning around,
So happy that my luck had finally turned around..
--BLANE R BUNBURY
--BLANE R BUNBURY
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