All that glitters is not gold.
Some of it will be crystal,
And some diamond,
And some will be sequins on a monarch red ball gown,
And some will sparkly under light,
And some will glow in the dark of night,
So, is gold the greatest treasure?
When you are empty and dull and floating away,
Will it weigh you down?
The value of glitter doesn’t stop at gold,
Old and vulnerable are not synonyms for dull and useless,
And yet we smile.
Smile that the sickness will take them and not gold
Them and not us.
Star lights and the sea in the sun and the glitter on a birthday table
But not gold, never gold.