I make a point of wearing silver instead of gold when I can Because gold is first place Everyone wants to be golden So many poets agree sunset and dawn Are the most beautiful times of day Both of which are golden But I disagree Nighttime has its own peculiar but enchanting charm With its crowning jewel, the silver moon. To me, it is agony like no other that surpasses not placing at all To be placed second To have come so close Yet fall just one place short And watch as the Golden one Outshines you, the Silver. As a tribute to the unspoken grievers The Silvers with their quiet beauty like the darkness Just before dawn, yet unloved for they fell short I wear silver. For the Silver Seconds.
Please repost if you are a Silver too Comment please! I love to read interpretations of my work.
Please repost if you are a Silver too Comment please! I love to read interpretations of my work.