The Silver Falcon Poem

My panning days are over,

My miner’s lantern out,

What used to be my survey maps

Are scattered all about.

There was a time when I adored,

The yen for prospecting,

But now it is a full time job

Since long retiring,

To chat with those of gold bug ways,

And drill for substance based in fact,

For junior exploration plays.

It truly is embarrassing some days when I awake,

To find out that the day before

Mistakes that I did make.

Now as old age approaches,

It sure gives me the blues,

That Silver Falcon is no joke

And so many can’t see the clues..