Gold

What is gold to us might be just metal to others,

What is cool to us might be just cold to another,

What is priceless to us might be nothing to non-commoner,

Depends on the perspectives of the beholder.

Should we change?

Hmmm...

Leaders see beyond the frame,

Insecurity isn't our middle name,

And control isn't our claim to fame,

We walk the talk and own the game!

Gold gleams,

Diamond sparkles,

Metal shines,

Each has its place,

And we treasure them all, without judgement misplaced.

Even it its simplest form, gold resides,

Not just adorned but in humble packets now supplied.

Subsidized, cherished, it's a treasure untold...

Not just cooking oil, but liquidized gold,

Meant to ease lives, so many can strive.

If we are truly the wise ones,

With a caring heart and an open mind,

Never belittling God's creation or humankind,

Celebrate gold in its various meanings and forms,

Now, not just old is gold but with wisdom too,

And only then we will be great as we are meant to.