I am a simple prospector panning for a little gold in life <br />Even one shiny little nugget would do; that I might <br />attach my value to it as I am of so little worth. <br />I wake up in the morning with empty pockets; <br />my spirit damaged by my own misfiled claims. <br />The Mother Load I’ve always dreamed was there... <br />escaped. <br />My tools all worn, my pack mule dead, <br />I have only the dream left to mine with my aged hands <br />and a dug out hole of ore to bury me in…. <br />when the Claim Jumper comes to cash me out… <br /> <br />2008 © T S<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/claim-jumper/
