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All ephemera and brummagem
Sparkles and entices,
Who can resist the bright, rich call,
That entangles so precisely?
Like Midas and his golden touch,
Would not all be better,
If all want could be erased,
And we were then unfettered?
But once you have the houses,
Cars and piles of money,
Closets full of clothes and jewels,
Would all be milk and honey?
Or would there yet be questions,
Of what meaning there could be,
Beyond the shiny surfaces,
That spread sea to shinning sea?
All that glitters is not gold,
All treasure turns to rust,
Love and things we cannot hold,
Are the things that we can trust.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2021
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