With time you grew cold
and precious like a rare piece of gold.
People came to look at you
Wondering for how much you can be sold.
They even criticized you
saying that your value is much too high.
Others came to feast their eyes
Some made promises which turned out to be lies
While others acted the role of thieves and spies.
Nevertheless with time you grew so cold
And precious, like a rare piece of gold.
Tricia Bethel
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