Titanium Tears
Thru Golden Years
But Heart Made of Mettle
So, Will Not Settle
For Any Old Cast
Quicksilver Must Last
And I Will Ask …
Are You Bronze or Brass?
I Must Iron Out Fears
To Rid Ore Impures
And Forge On and Pour
To A Platinum Lode Core
My Copper Circuits Link
They’re Nickel-Plated and Zinc
And As Steel Sharpens Steel …
I Need An Anvil! …
… To Be My Metallurgical Man
To Form An Alloy Grand!
A Metallic Matrimony
In Good, Or In Antimony
Like Uranium, I’m Precious and Rare
Like Tungsten, I’ll Withstand and Bare
Not Aluminum Foil to Be Crushed,
Nor Left Alone To Rust
Not Just Pewter, Nor Tin
I’m An Indescribable Silver-Blend
Not Lead-Powder To Be Brushed Away
Made Of Stronger Mettle – Here To Stay
Written & ©: 5/1/10
By: The MoonBee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem