Cools Gold
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
If tomorrow knew yesterday
it would distance itself from cool.
The fool’s cool of knowing wisdom
before it’s learned of sharing gold
before it’s earned, of blowing the mind
before it’s burned.
Baby steps on clouds of love,
bumbled, stumbled knees scraped on fantasy.
Easy love bereft of natures gravel
filling the spirit with cotton candy
and wishes of dreams come due.
The glittering gold of fool.
Children of hard loved children
softly embraced in front of history.
Nurtured before scarred eyes
past bloodied and heavy hands.
Sharing stories that can’t be told
between the lines of harsh reality.
Spoil today and spare tomorrow
not all that glitters is bold.
The gold of fools is better than
the blood under the fingernails
of ancestors mining the fruit
of a goulish humanity.
The gravel of reality is putty
in the hands of a spoiled generation.
Saved from have too and given want too
by warriors of the harsh mistress of necessity.
Enjoying the fools wisdom before it’s earned.
And mining for all it’s worth… Cools Gold.