The Search (Monday Poem)

by Shel Silverstein


I went to find the pot of gold
That's waiting where the rainbow ends.
I searched and searched and searched and searched
And searched and searched, and then ---
There it was, deep in the grass,
Under an old and twisty bough.
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine at last  . . . .
What do I search for now?



Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974, Harper & Row