Midas

10/15/98

King Midas touched and turned to gold
Made his kingdom metallic cold
And would have given up this power
To be with loved ones one more hour

At first he touched and made men rich
The banks did grow with greedy itch
But gold is precious for its rarity
So happiness is in so much parody

Like King Midas my touch is fateful
The happiness will end up hateful
I try to not touch all that I cherish
So that my loves will not all perish

The unfortunate result of such withdrawl
Is that the gold is not at all
No happiness is mine to give
When from afar I'm forced to live

If I could be given one more chance
To closer stand and nearer dance
I would give up this Midas power
And be with loved ones every hour