The Pitchman's Pit

A golden box that seized from a man In the streets people seen him before He was a street vendor, collector of old metal There he wandered through villages Throwaway prices he paid to women The actual value hiding in mind The actual metal contains in them Profiteering made, and himself became wealthy There came the case of old box in hand It was kept in a village home A hereditary asset ever kept as pride The unknowing aged woman gave for an exchange A small aluminium but new pot he gave A pitchman's pit the people told. In reality the box was made of pure gold Covered with blackish color, fearing theft.