The Wisdom of the Leprechaun

Watching insects flit and flutter as the clouds pass by ...

Feeling hopeless, tired, and hindered ...

Yearning for the days of youth ...

I close my eyes ... I see your face ... and then, I know the truth.

Wishing I could give you all that you deserve ...

The tears that threaten falling are waiting on reserve.

I contemplate our future ... I contemplate our past ...

And then a tiny leprechaun emerges very last.

"I have a proposition that will ease your weary mind ...

The worries of the future, you can leave them far behind.

Just chase me through the forest to find my pot of gold ...

It's full of lots of happiness and treasures great untold.

But be cautious wary friend and way your options well ...

Bear in your friendly mind that this, in time, may fail.

Money changes everything as stories often tell ...

You are loved just as you are and this, it suits you well."

Pondering his short proposal, I gather what I know ...

I had to give my newfound friend permission to turn and go.

I see the evils of the world and why I cannot say ...

But money is the very root of all that we must pay.

I'll take my love and leave you now content with my chosen way ...

And carry myself happy home, on this St. Patrick's Day.