Gold Poem by Morgan Michaels

Gold



I am hot or cold
depending on your breast
I can grow old
but cannot tarnish.
Alone, I'm best-
needless of bead or varnish
Bend me, I'll bend
Meldme with other elements
I just get stronger
more pliant, maybe even longer.
I am heaven sent
my glint survives the dame
I'm buried with. Your bones may break
but never mine.
Changing, I stay the same;
Laden with stone
I'll make them mine
See how they shine!
But I've a limit, too.
I can gather dust but never rust
for put me in your drawer:
let ten minutes, ten years pass-
and as before I am
a simple, complex thing-
So never fear
I'll ring for you and be
forever true.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sara Fielder 22 February 2012

I admire the strength that rings out in this poem.

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