Rainbows hide a pot of gold,
and sunlight gleams, or so I’m told.
Canyons cry windblown tears,
while memories tease aging years.
So never you mind the swelling tummy,
or, sagging face, mindful of mummy.
Away with worry: of heart attack
sightless eyes or, bending back.
The beauty in living lives deeply inside,
and this pot of gold no rainbow hides.
Copyright © 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes