Pot of Gold
by William Manchee — Read all 38 poems by William Manchee
Did you know there’s a pot of gold
At the end of every rainbow?
That’s what my momma said
Every night before I went to bed
And I believed her, I did
Every word she said
Cause my momma wouldn’t lie
About those pretty colors in the sky
How did God think of making
Such a totally awesome sight
Yellow, red, blue and green
And all those shades in between
When I was older and got a bike
I’d ride like crazy, day or night
Straight toward that rainbow
My head way down low
I’d find that pot of gold someday
Yes I would, I surely would
It was my destiny to be
A rich boy, don’t you see?
But every time I’d get real close
To a rainbow’s elusive end
It would quickly shift or veer
Or simply disappear
Then on my way home one day
The sky turned grey then black
Thunder clapped and rain came down
I thought I’d surely drown
Riding for my life, I happened to look up
To see the radiant sun peak out
Suddenly there I was all lit up, aglow
Smack dab at the end of the rainbow
I looked around quite amazed
One arm was red, the other green
The rest of me a royal blue
Man of man, could this be true ?
I looked around expectantly
Where’s my pot of gold?
To my left, then to my right
Nothing there but colored light
For days and weeks I mourned
The loss of hopes and dreams
My Momma asked me why so sad?
Because you lied, and now I’m mad
She smiled and said she hadn’t lied
God works in mysterious ways
When she was done, I understood
The Lord was wise and good
He put me out there in that storm
Then beamed his glorious light
So my eyes would open wide and see
The pot of gold was there, it was me
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
copyright 2002 William Manchee
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