For a spec of gold
Have you ever tried holding on To sand within a closed fist To feel the grains As they struggle gently pushing and finally Drifting out from The tiny gaps that You didn’t realize you had In your fist that you had closed so tight. To open it later to See it empty except those few grains That stick at the corner of your fingers.. Reminding you that you had held your fist closed Too long and too tight.. Look closer and there would be A spec of gold in the gains that cling on to you A spec that shines so bright That it makes this whole ordeal Worth living for and makes you hope for more So you go back and grab a little more sand yet again…. Who knows what spec of gold awaits you now !!