XV. Gold by Caitlyn Chui

For there are two singers, and only one voice For there are two lovers, and only one scream The voice is shallow The voice is meek An invisible cloak sinks tangled to the weeds The mermaid chooses not to touch, the bird chooses not to listen The girl is lost in his hands No longer flesh or soul, she is only the drifting bones of stagnation

Gold

Plato talked about those born with Silver in their blood, but you You were born with gold.

This world is split down the crack, To those who weep in the cold And those who wipe their tears With dollars.

Which will you be? The answer is already decided. You are the one to make those golden dollars, And one who will Never Shed tears.

I hope you become Midas With all his touch And all his talents

That you may touch time itself So every second becomes your Golden Hour.

You were born with the silver spoon Hone it. Make it yours. Make it more and more so that you Never, ever, Run out.