Time and time again we look for the quick buck often only finding survival.

Pictures gleam in faded light
Soft calls the ladies of the night

Painted dreams in candle light


Body tense from labor laid
Sleep creeps my mind evades

Scented memories take flight


Valley town from miner’s cave
Little gold to spend, rest to save

Purchase loved tonight

Dust and smoke of drinking bell
Lust and need a money hell

Body full what a sight

Muscle ache stretched to burn
Each a new lesson learned

Feel this morning bright

Sick of life in these hills
Tired of the wind and chill

Elements left still to fight

Two more years I will go
Leave behind the ice and snow

Pouch of gold makes it right