An old timer pans for gold during the pandemic.
He pans a coastal stream that carries flakes
down the watershed to gleam at the ocean’s edge.
A gold miner at dawn on the beach!
He’s got the gold bug!
Wishing for a strike!
Hope of hope to get into the money
and start singing:
We’re in the money/ we’re in the money
The classic show tune from The Gold Diggers,
sung by Ginger Rodgers with her golden smirk,
in the Depression, 1933, FDR Year 1,
a sunrise of a year in America.
Freedom from fear FDR promised.
Look what our President today promises
while he rakes in the gold
to decorate his boudoir.
He delivered as well.