Gold
Beauty is a curse,
It's hell to be admired,
When the caller,
Gives a holler,
It's hard to be inspired.
It's old to be gold,
When everyone is ferrous,
When the rusted,
Can't be trusted,
To pay attention might be careless.
But it's lonely to be stoney,
And cold as the thief,
When your taking's,
For the making,
It's your only time of relief.
Invino Veritas
12/4/13
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