Poem: Precious Metals

Silver

Precious Metals

Yes it tarnishes.
Nature of the beast, that
when it is exposed
day after day,
it is difficult to remain pure.

It blackens
and it leaves you with a choice,
either take care of it daily,
or wait
until it is black and grungy
and then work hard and long

but either way,
no matter the tarnish,
the metal underneath
is still precious.

About this poem

I didn’t mean to write an Easter Poem. But I think I did.

Tom

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