Fool’s Gold

From the dark side to the light

Tired eyes are slow to adjust

Once slipping, now skating away

From sawdust to stardust

After the fierce rain, a double rainbow

The damp air pops with electricity

Bold sunlight divides the blue-gray sky

To the heavens, creator of synchronicity

A poor man casts off his soiled luck

Good fortune is form-fitting

Hugging tightly, a firm reminder

Benefits of some pinch hitting

Desire has tricky rewards

Gold can fill your pocket

And burn through the soul

Or reside in a worn locket

A mirage knows many tricks

Tainted love is blinding and needy

Tempts more than just the gambler

From compassionate to greedy

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