Gold
Regged are the faces
Drowning in waste
Lost forgotten out of place.
Gold does not fade or decay,
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in bone laces of gold
Walking the highways of drifting sand
Under the fluorescent glow of Walmart signs
& Stop n Go's...
Lost children in a rich land,
Desolate and sterile
Lost and forgotten
Displaced by man.
SOLD!
Gold does not make one wise
Only the fool makes that compromise
But with a little thought and love.
A whisper from one above
Sparking the will to build stone
& to help the less than one...
GOLD!
Woven in bone...
Provide warmth
Heal the broken
Enrich the Wantin...
Feel the heart;
a purer Gold
deeper in bone n marrow...
With mercies coin
A gift of charity...
Ragged maybe the faces
Digging out of these wasted places
Lost and still
forgotten, but never
out of grace...
Golden!
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