If you simply must explore
to find the golden fleece of yore,
as have other fools galore,
I fear that its discovery
is something that is not to be
by the likes of you or me.
The point, I fear, is simply moot.
If you are at all astute,
you’ll realize there is no loot.
Your hopes, I know, will surely clash
with the fact there is no cash,
for legends often make us rash.
But I fear I must explain
lives searching for an unearned gain
turn into lives just spent in vain.
And that, in short, is just inane!

Prompt words today are fleece, moot, discovery, galore and clash. Image by Georgi Kalaydzhiev on Unsplash.

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