Wisdom is Gold

Springs youthful bliss is fleeting,
And all too short.

Chase It like a shadow,
That we cannot hold.

When blonde hair turns silver,
The memories become gold.

When blue eyes turn a pale steel,
The sweet flowers are buried in snow.

Only the lucky are loved,
When they are wise,
And when they become gold.

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