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POT OF GOLD

POT OF GOLD

LIVING FROM DAY TO DAY
YOU REALLY APPRECIATE
WHEN SOMETHING GOOD COMES YOUR WAY
IS IT BY CHANCE OR BY DESIGN
YOU GET THAT JOB
JUST IN TIME
ON MY BUTT, SUCKING WIND
WILL I BE ALRIGHT, EVER AGAIN
IT'LL TAKE TIME TO GET ON MY FEET
I HAVE LOTS OF BILLS, I HAVE TO MEET
CAN'T GO OUT AND PARTY--NO!
HAVE TO SAVE ALL MY DOUGH
I NEED A CAR, MINES TOO OLD
A RELIABLE WAY TO GET DOWN THE ROAD
BE ON TIME, IV'E BEEN TOLD
KEEP MY JOB IT'S MY
POT OF GOLDĀ 

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Larry Ran

Hi Jerry,

Welcome to Cosmo!Ā  I really liked your poem, which tells it like it is.
You will notice that I do most of my comments poetically.

My rainbow is the job I hold
For it supplies me with my "Pot Of Gold"
Finally, Providence came my way
And provided me with a weekly pay

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Ā 

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Jerry J

Thank you, Larry.Ā  If one has a job, no matter what, it is a "Pot of Gold".

You have a great way of commenting.Ā  ThanksĀ 

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Terry Kay

Hi Jerry, wish I could find a pot of gold. Love your poem.

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Jerry J

Thanks Terry.Ā  Soon..

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Charu Shaawd

Where is my pot of gold Jerry ..
havent been working since few months now.
definitely wana start up something sooner than later and your lovely poem motivates me for this.

very nice and something every single person can relate to ?

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Jerry J

Thank you Charu.Ā  Sometimes it seems like that "Pot" can get mighty empty.Ā  Hang in and you'll be reaping that "Gold" soon, I'm sure. Ā 

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