The Dragon Calls



         The dragon calls
         To our destiny, we claim
         Sitting there toothy, "smiling"
         All surrounded by gold
         With flame-stinking breath
         It beckons us on

         We stumble in our daze --
         Blinded by our goal
         Yet constantly distracted
         By treasures untold
         Which lie by the wayside
         For just that purpose --
         To tempt us, derail us
         And put our lives on hold

         Our paths will continue
         Whether we travel them or not
         They will pass beyond the temptation
         To reach for the goal we once set

         But we may not

         The dragon calls







         (C) Bruce Caruthers 1989
         Ver. 1  Rev. 0                                     April 1989