A Pot of Gold

At the end of every rainbow
there is a pot of gold,
when I was a child that was
the story I was told.

A child’s wide eyes
cannot hide his surprise.
and after every rain shower
I would search the skies

praying that one
might soon appear,
I would run outside
before it disappeared.

I now know the pots of gold
never did exist
but for a young child
the search was bliss.

photography of rainbow during cloudy sky
Photo by Alex on Pexels.com

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