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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire the strength that rings out in this poem.