The medal remains the same
The wearer changes
He isn't eternal
Worthiness with time's revival
Then, now, after,
The medal hangs on
As if for display
Now its true inner reverence, potentiality eroded, diminished, decayed
Rusted, faded mass lays here
Its glory, glitter wither
None's absolute exaltation
Sometime eulogise, sometime decadence.
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I would like to translate this poem
worthiness is eternal...it woos the deserving with time's revival...the medal is just a symbol for the occasion...the occasion lies hung up in memories...jaded and faded often...good write...meaningful...10