The Pot of Gold
You came with me on a long arduous journey,
Through many forests and jungles
The paths confusing and twisted,
Sometimes, I made you miss a turning
And finally we reached the end,
There was no promised pot of gold.
But then my brethren, it is not the gold
It was the search itself
The journey and your comradeship,
The jungles we saw
The forests we conquered
The rivers we forded,
And the links we made.
It would not have happened
If it was not for the pot of gold
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