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
