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!