Beyond the Fickle Trinkets of Silver

Beyond the Fickle trinkets of Silver and the dead pendants of gold there must be... something somewhere somehow a feeling less gaudy yet far more tangible to embrace and to hold when all the cold steel turns to nothing and when all the cut-glass gets chipped and old there must be here there anywhere an emotion so timeless and peaceful to behold and so... when the wrinkles coil and curl as the lines of age slowly begin to unfurl will the trinkets and pendants of silver and gold console what resides in a hurt soul or will we only then realise that all the silver and gold do not make us ever whole.