Some Gold, Before I'm Dead Please

If I were a digger of silver and gold and a spinner of tales brave and bold, would a treasure I find in the caverned depths of earth or mind? Could I dig with tools of the trade into a priceless vein with unfathomable riches waylaid? Or am I a mere dreamer, an empty and pointless schemer, lacking the skills of hope, an arrogant and ignorant hapless bloke? Who knows, who can say, there yet may come a day, when the worth of silver and gold in my heart shall pale in comparison to stories new and old, in which I am a part. Still, wonder as I must, what may yet happen before I return to dust. A prospector of words, or metals, which shall be my fate? I only hope to discover soon... for the time and date, do grow quite late.