Green Hearted
The life of the green-hearted is oft littered with fool's gold.
Hanging onto things that are jagged and flashy.
Things that don't mean much of anything.
Then tossing away the precious- the plain- the special.
While wading into the rapids of a blistering hell.
Living always has the last slanted say.
Turning youth and vigor into weathered wisdom.
Black velvet into tattered gray.
Age walks to the edge of the falls every day.
Where they gaze at love, slipping over the brink.
Into the misty halo of yesterday's dream.
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