All That Shines Ain’t Gold Poem by Boniface Mukeshimana

All That Shines Ain’t Gold



Good at infant’s sight
Of eyes of innocence,
It shines like gold
And feigns gentle touch.
It creeps around the angel’s hand
Like a belt on his waist,
Or a crown on the head of prince.
But oh! ! It mortally bites
To make it feel all that shines ain’t gold.

All That Shines Ain’t Gold
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Not everything good to see is good really.
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Boniface Mukeshimana

Boniface Mukeshimana

District of Rusizi
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