I am stuck inside a mud pit with
A pocket full of gold.
This story of my wayward step
Is one that should be told.
One day while walking on the edge
I thought that I would try,
To soil my sole, to take a step
and yet keep clean and dry
And ‘lo perhaps if I should fall
Or something worse unfold
The remedy was right with me
My pocket full of gold.
I walked out deep, I felt no fear,
As you can clearly see
The safety net, that you can get
With gold so plentily
But now I stand up to my knees
And sinking very fast
There’s something that I could not see
But late, at last, I grasp
And with a frown, my head goes down
Below the mirky foam
The weight to bear of gold so fair
Has crushed me like a stone.
© 2007 Jediah Logiodice
– Sometimes the more gold you have in your pockets, the deeper you get stuck in the ruts of life –