Precious metal,
Sought with the heart,
Possessed protectively,
God bestowed everyone with it,
Be grateful for your gold!
Some have crude gold
Some have refined gold,
All that glitters ain’t gold
But not like a mother.

It’s not revered,
Copious examples from the mirror,
Thinking of your errors; see the mirror,
Brace up not to rewrite history of failure.
If there is no facial semblance,
There would be blood semblance,
The trouser or blouse similarity.
Gold cum mirror,
All needs both
At the dawn and dusk of life,
Examine yourself,
The gold does not worth more than the mirror,
It is nature’s plan,

Gold cum mirror!

(c)Olutayo IRAN-TIOLA, Lagos, Nigeria
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