Old Is Gold

Neither you're a teen aged girl, Nor I'm a naughty boy, The romance with its twist and curl, And the youth with all its joy, Has gone, leaving cries, The shine of the hair, And wine of the eyes, From the ocean of despair, Sometimes rise like a wave, Turn again me, a knave. Your cheeks are pink, But your lips are dry, Just need a link, You can still fly, Think like girls. You have gems and pearls. Do you know noble metals, Aren't dissolved in acid, And the dried rose petals, The emotions, may be placid, When turned in storms, Shake all the norms. Don't behave like an old, I am silver you're gold.