All That Glitters - poem
You know what they say,
All that glitters ain’t gold.
Well, who wants gold anyway?
Gold is showy and pompous, reeks of money.
Soft and malleable, bends under pressure.
Who wants a pompous changeling?
Titanium glitters in a cool silver hue.
Strong as can be compared to its cousin.
No changing here without serious effort.
Glitter glitters too. Like fairy dust!
Light and airy and floating freely.
Once spread, a fleck is always around.
Don’t forget the stars that twinkle.
Like glitter tossed into the night sky.
There for wishes, better yet, to reach for.
Who wants gold anyway?
All that glitters ain't gold.
All that glitters is so much more.