Christuraj Alex Poet Free verse

The Gold Lover

I love gold.
How fast that yellowish metal is sold!
Aren't other metals and gold being equal?
To other metals, I can't give my soul.
I wear gold in forms of ring and girdle
On my way of getting it, indeed, there's no hurdle.
My chairs are made of gold
My gold tables and cupboards never seem old.
I like to eat gold, but they serve me bread and fruits,
They can't make, in gold, my shoes and boots.
My physician gives me tablets in all colors; 
Why gold can't be my best of flavors?
"Could my cervical collar be in gold," I ask my doctor
He says, "I use the medical science; I'm not the creator."
"Chose my walking stick in gold," I said to my nurse
She said, "Isn't so choosy a curse?"
I cannot eat anything now. I am in Ryles Tube.   
I could have been happy if Ryles Tube were to be a gold-cube.
"We've wrapped you in gold coffin when you died," they might show;
Would I have a gold chair in heaven, I don't know, (where I go).

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Gershon Wolf October 6, 2026 at 9:10 PM Yes, there IS something so special about gold, even if/when there is an abundance of it.

I Am Anaya October 5, 2026 at 9:31 PM Christaj if everything were gold 🪙 it wouldn't be special. What glitters isn't always gold, 😁's are golden. Cheers, dear poet.

Len Gasun October 4, 2026 at 8:45 AM Oh, this is an amazing write my dear poetic friend, Chris! I was also lover of gold before but the moment a robber chased me in the city, I chose silver or bronze. A well-crafted poem my dear friend. I enjoyed your poem a lot but I hope the last part is only a fiction. I hope you're doing well and at the zenith of good health, Thanks for sharing this gem. God bless you always, Hugs