Fool's Gold

Poem By Michael Matsuda

Perfection is not instant
Remember that perfection is a process of trial and errors!
There are no shortcuts in time so go the distance.
But do not stray from the path like fool's gold I'll compare!

Gold, a valuable element, waits it's turn
Fool's gold is ignorant and a cheat
Too fast to rush to the end and it got burned
You must be patient like the gold so learn

It's called fool's gold for a reason! ! !
Look a gold's friend the diamond,
it did not rush like fool's gold, that treason.
The beauty of the diamond is surely one to learn from.

Even diamonds start as coal
You cannot force or fake a flawless affect
you will not reach your goal.
The coal, now diamond, is perfect

Comments about Fool's Gold

Interesting you have a very vivid perception and state your views clearly 10
deep i would have never look at it that way


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