If you found my Diamond ring,
You’d feel lucky enough to sing.
If you found my Diamond ring,
Three wishes would I grant to thee.
If you found my Diamond ring,
Grow old you’d do.
For each wish you’d make
ten years would I take,
and my brother, Death, would awaken
and in the night you’d be taken,
never be mistaken,
For greed, indeed is a sin
As is wasting life.
One life gone in the blinking of mine eye.
If you were unlucky enough to find my Diamond ring
you’d run dear, run.
This poem is one of many in my poetry book, ‘Return of a Whistle’ now on Amazon, head over and search R.J.Dunning to buy your copy and help support new authors.
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