Something Gold Remains

So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay. - R. Frost. 

I always thought I could never disprove Mr. Frost's beautiful poem, but God did create people in His image, and some people so much more in His image that you can barely tell the difference. 
Thank you, my friend. 

Nature's last hue is black  
From which it will never turn back  
All of our life, condensed in an hour  
Dies on the vine, like a thirsty flower  
 
The promise of fresh dreams, so soon goes away  
As the night takes it toll on another long day  
And we spend our whole lives with the bags that we carry  
Til the days run their course, and our loves we do bury  
 
A promising start to a lifelong commitment  
Falls to digression, so full of resentment  
And we revel in joy at the objects we're buying  
Til we're sitting among them, rejected and crying  
 
And the pillars of youth that have sunk to the ground  
Happy memories of time merely scattered around  
Oh, the world now so full of sad, lonely faces  
No longer give credence to God's loving graces  
 
So I sit at my crossroad, and battle life's pains  
And I think of a girl who's love never wanes  
She rose like the sun and ended the rains  
And at long last I know, that pure Gold remains