The Prospector
by Michael Romani

Standing on the edge
         Of the desert
Gone to the point of knowing
         Nothing but hurt
Building life on a prayer
   Knowing that it is somewhere
Refusing to stop dreaming
Refusing to stop believing
  Pushing on despite the calls to stop
Hands desperately digging in the dirt
  Finding nothing but deepening hurt
Pushing on as always, ever alert
  Looking for gold in a copper desert
Until one day, he gets there
    Having pushed out beyond all fear
Holding on because it's out there
    And with the shedding of a final tear
He knows he's lived as a prospector
    Having lived life as more than a spectator
With one last breath and head held high
    He will live this way until he dies...

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