Dreams

Like a coin I'll be,
When presented to all;
Both young and old
The rich and poor,
Or any class in the world,
The same sound I'll give
'Ti- ki -ni, on the floor.

Like a coin my life will be,
On one side my good or rise
The other my worst or fall,
Boldly crested, for all to feel and see.
The world will know my worth
from what I'll give,
So if cometh the eve,
And I'm drowned'n the sea
I'll know my fate, if I'm to die or live.

All love what's Gold
Cos it's glitteringly bold.
The secret of it,
The smiths and the miners knows
The glory of it,
The buyers and the flaunters boast.

My life by choice I've drawn a plan.
I've called on God for helping hands,
Cos, the earth we live is but a coarse land
An alleyway we must pass to honey lands .

Like a Golden coin,
I need my life to be,
Zero interest in fame,
luxurious cars and mansions.
But my value indeed
Be immeasurable by men.

Author's Note

Comments and individual views are fully welcomed.