Poem: Gold

Another little poem for you all...

Everything that glitters
Certainly isn't made of gold
What I thought would shine on me forever
Was never actually made for me to hold.


My gold's value...it tumbled
While in my hot little hand
It crumbled without warning
And why?...I don't understand.


I thought without a doubt it was mine
But alas, I was wrong
The gold that I once held
Was fool's gold and now is gone.