Heart of Gold

Inspired by a cliché phrase.

You, my friend, have a heart of gold.

But what of that? For metal is cold

And lies unchanged through young and old;

Unfeeling and unlearning.

 

It feels not the softest of words

The ones that oft’ cannot be heard

The silent chorus of human bird-

-song that oft’ drifts by unnoticed.

 

I'd often wondered, through nights and days,

How humans manufactured such a phrase

As to liken the focus of poet’s gaze

To a substance so unyielding.

 

Is it to speak of your market worth?

The rarity at which your kind is unearthed?

The materialism which, since named at birth,

Soon renders us all unseeing.

 

So what can the merit of “Goldness” be?

I shouldn’t like it to be said of me,

I'd rather have a heart of flesh you see

That would cycle life for ever.

 

Author's Note

Last line is deliberately awquad. :)

Reviews

[Bertie]

Another good one darling, so very your style !
Keep it up darling !
x z x