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