Golden Gluttony

POETRY TOW TRUCK

http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com

asks us to use the word 'golden'

GOLDEN GLUTTONY

(An Acrostic)

Get yourself a golden bar

Or drive in a shining golden car;

Lead is dull and iron rusts
Decide on gold to feed your lusts.
Every king and potentate

Needs some gold to prove he's great.

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IT'S ALL IN THE MIND!

Here, in the dusty cupboards of my past

Lie all the many things I've never done!

And riding on a sled through falling snow

Is, as I reconsider, such a one.

I've never perched upon that fragile steed,

High on a hill, and, gazing down below,

Observed the frozen pathway I must ride,

And muttered 'Do I really want to go?'

I've never forced myself to push away

And, overcoming fears, greet gravity

By launching my frail craft upon its way

Into a world of bright felicity.

I've never felt the glittering rush of wind

Assaulting my red cheeks as down I fly!

I've never clung on over dip and bounce

And felt the world of others streaming by!

I've never yelled with joy at risk and speed!

I've never clung on with such desperate verve!

I've never felt that overwhelming thrill

As the elements assault each tingling nerve!

Nor have I landed in a chortling heap

Among my friends who're waiting at the base,

And basked in that great feeling of success

Which nothing on this earth can quite replace.

So, since, in some ways, I have been deprived,

Do I feel that Fate has been a mite unkind?

Ah no! Because you see I ride my sleds

Here, in my ever-sledding mind!

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