Heart Of Gold Poem by Steven Elsner
Heart Of Gold
Hearts of gold,
Can still grow cold.
Hearts of gold,
Can still grow mold.
Hearts of gold,
Can still be sold.
Hearts of gold,
Can still be wrongly told.
Hearts of gold,
Can still grow old.
Hearts of gold,
Don't have to be bold.
They loose brilliance over the course of years,
They loose compassion over all the tears,
They're no longer sought after,
Because they're no longer made.
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