And, for God's sake,
Don't ever paint me gold again.
Smears of shaded yellow won't last
On a coat of rust and dust,
And a skin of sweat and tears
Won't hold that golden paint.
I'll find a color on my own,
So, for God's sake and for mine,
Don't ever paint me gold again.
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The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.
