Riches

Riches Once when the river ran slow sunlight, makes stones look like gold, I threw into the stream a silver engagement ring, among the gold it looked trite like a poor cousin wearing leftover clothes. I saw her kiss another man at a restaurant I could not afford to take her, my misery was total and my disgrace deep. How deluded I had been, she proffered gold to my silver. I looked at my ring in the water it looked like a sliver of leftover moonlight after the ancient gods, bacchanalia. Forever I will not speak of this to her, a young man`s romantic heart. The river is now a road, and the romance is dust on a pond, but in the evening glow you can, among the gravel, see a silvery shine and my heart is glad.