Poetry Philosophy Reflections Essays
Amen, brother. There is always that. And it makes light of the market, to be sure.
That's one gold the market can't take away!
That's one gold NO ONE can ever take from anyone who chooses to see this beauty!Great parallel!
A place of beauty amid chaos.
Ah, such peace here amid the craziness of daily 'stuff'....
That always works for me, too. A very timely entry this week.
"Nothing gold can stay"A nice poem, those leaves remind us that the market will crash. Winter will do in even these golden leaves...
I like it. The market gold may crash but natures gold will be there to cheer us.
Melancholy but glorious path nevertheless. No crash will ever take that kind of beauty away (not that it helps putting bread on the table, but still)
Darn it! Why didn't I think to put my money in gold?Your poem reminds me of what is truly of value.
'What is real can never be threatened!'Thank you for this poem--
i can imagine how lovely the gold leaves turned to be
Much better to contemplate the beauties of nature than the follies and greed of men.
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