While I was busy chasing the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow,
The mystical story told to the young and the old;
I was missing something veritable and I didn’t know
The exquisite combination of the shower and the shine!
Too long I took maybe to reach the end of the line;
For when I reached the end, there was no pot of gold
The rains were dry and the sun was shy!
And before I could savor it, I saw the rainbow depart
For it believed it was gold that I sought!!
"Iridescent Ink" 