A poem by Robert Frost...
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
This poem has been imbedded in my memory for 13 years. Out of all the poems I have ever read, this has been the only one. (Thank you S.E. Hinton.) I never knew why it remained stuck until yesterday.
I've come to the conclusion that my son was gold.
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