Intrinsic Gold.
The gold I own looks rather grand,
In necklace or bejewelled band
That adornes my finger when I dine.
It sparkles when I drink my wine.
Diamond, they say, a girl’s best friend,
Rubies, Peridot, gold, no end
To these baubles which, without thought
Of anything but beauty, bought.
Feelings invoked? Only my pride,
As I glitter at my husband’s side.
One item in my jewellery box
Stores of memories soon unlocks.
A locket on a slender chain,
Gold plated on metal with no name.
It’s companions may look down in scorn,
For the case is battered, badly worn.
But of more value than all I see,
My father’s last gift, with love, to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice writing you caught me with the title and kept my interest through to those last lines. It concluded with a nice confirmation of where the title promised to lead. Thanks.