Gold, a poem written by J.Ahlberg at



written by: J.Ahlberg



You can wear me like a prize,
But I will endeavour to weigh you down.
You can manipulate me to your will,
But it will not weaken my strength.
You can fashion me to have many faces,
But my substance will be eternal.
You can integrate other elements within me,
But I will indefinitely remain pure mettle.
You can scuff me and scrape me,
But I will always shine brightly.
You cannot replicate me, my making is base,
I am golden, I am made of gold.

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