Like gold turns poor to rich
Was my life with you
Enriched.
Like pewter's malleable gray fade
Were all the promises
You made.
Like iron's hardened strength
Was your mettle when
You went.
Like brass turned sully green
Is my defiled love
Unseen.
Like silver turned to black
Is the meaningfulness
I lack.
Like copper turned to rust
Is the corroded residue
Of us.
November 1992
From Other Songs, Just Sadder
Copyright © 1992 Carl Talerico
All rights reserved.


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