A
FOOL'S
GOLD
In silence
I see silver.
In children
I see gold.
In food
I see abundance,
But money
Leaves me cold.
In the earth
I see rich colors.
In the Mass
I see His throne.
In works
I see great faith,
But money
Makes me groan.
In birdsong
Angelic choirs.
In trees
Trusting limbs do stretch.
In pain
When offered merit,
But money
Makes me retch.
FOOL'S
GOLD
In silence
I see silver.
In children
I see gold.
In food
I see abundance,
But money
Leaves me cold.
In the earth
I see rich colors.
In the Mass
I see His throne.
In works
I see great faith,
But money
Makes me groan.
In birdsong
Angelic choirs.
In trees
Trusting limbs do stretch.
In pain
When offered merit,
But money
Makes me retch.
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