Every Silver Turns To Bronze
Every silver turns to bronze,
like the sun turns to moon.
Each day that passes the
young grows old amid their noon.
A flower sprouts into hue,
and petals sprinkle from its stem.
The memories come and go
as your finding dust was gem.
A ring of gold begins to grow old
and turns white from yellow sun.
All life is, is a silver turning bronze,
so let it all soak in before its done.
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