Unlike the cup
That holds hot and cold
All that glitters
Is not necessarily gold
The only shine
That I believe in
Is the sun’s lips on mine
With each day’s dawning
All that dazzles
And that is real
Is the morning dew
That I can feel
In reality it is not whole
If I cannot feel it in my soul
If it doesn’t light up my world
Not all that glistens is really gold
MG/March 2009
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