The Golden Coin

A lovely, golden coin—

How it shimmered in the light!

I turned it over in my hand

With glee and much delight.

What richness it inspired

As I felt each rounded edge,

My finger traced each symbol

That resembled money’s pledge.

I thought I’d found true wealth

Within this golden coin,

But, alas! it was in vain

For its richness was employed.

Beneath the shining gold,

Which wasn’t truly gold,

Was just a little chocolate piece

Wrapped in a paper fold.

This golden coin could not be used

To purchase needed meat,

But of itself it only gives

A taste of useless treat.

If such a golden coin

Was placed within a fire,

The golden wrap would burn away,

The substance would retire.

Some folks are like that coin—

Their outward shines like gold,

But underneath the covering

The truth of them is told.

They have the looks and skill,

They know the talk to talk,

But when the rubber meets the road

They know not how to walk.

They advertise as true—

Display the marks of worth,

But nourishment they do not bring,

So brief their valued mirth.

When tribulations come,

Their cover burns away,

And strength and sweetness tucked inside

Is melted right away.

Do search thy heart of hearts

And ponder what’s inside;

Are you of true gold thru’ and thru’

Or just some chocolate pride?

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2015