Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLD, by GRACE ROREM ROBBINS
First Line: As brilliant as a nugget on the floor
Last Line: Lest gold-flecked dreams become but ashen grey.
Subject(s): Gold; Time
As brilliant as a nugget on the floor
Of stream-washed sands, Time often lets you lie
Unnoticed by your lover's searching eye
And eager heart which ever yearn for more.
How earnestly he scales the heights, heart-sore
From seeking out rich veins with which to try
To hold your adoration; passing by,
But never knowingly, the magic ore.
Perhaps a moving melody or song
In vibrant circles covering the earth
May call him near to where his heart would stay;
Yet this I know, Time must not wait too long
To herald golden qualities of worth
Lest gold-flecked dreams become but ashen grey.
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