
29/04/2024
the other side of the coin
My first special coin was a golden one
so shiny and sharp fresh from the mint
how I held onto this glowing sun
was it mine just for a stint ?
It glowed at first sight
coyly blushing with defference
yet fearlessly, noticeable and bright
with sparks of luminescence
So soft and slightly orange-yellow
Innocent in its warmth and purity
ductile, malleable and mellow
Bold, noble with surety.
Thankfully enarmoured
with the joy of belonging
a bountiful heart clamoured
with gratitude and longing
As days past by and years
and seasons came and went
Life goes on with all its fears
the joy inside had lost its scent
the other side of the coin
was tarnished and soiled
with no heart to join
what seemed to be forever spoiled
its softness lost with no lustre
was hard with dirt and grit
the intruder and the thruster
forced one to want to quit
Disappointed feelings that run so deep
melancholic Aurum with lost ideals
Bitter rage surrounds and seeps
saved by music with songs that heals
but gold is gold and cannot be sold
it cannot change its elemental core
intrinsic in value, on the rise for sure
we are what we are and its not folklore
Just wash off the dirt and grit once more
sparkling, shining, spritely as before
Turn the coin to see through the door
Noble, regal, purity will step ashore