On The Corner Of Some Forgotten Road
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Mark Heathcote
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Some days the world fills your eyes with tears
Every second feels like a thousand years.
Who can be tarnished gold and remain gold
Be rich have purity golden uncontrolled.
On the corner of some forgotten road
Where nothing, was ever bartered erode.
Be 24K gold and you then be seen as too soft-
To mould, something unfashionable at cost.
You too—will be seen as something too weak!
At fault of wear and tear, and to antique.
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