Outsider

Outsider

Golden child born
And bred golden…
And risen up golden
The first of the last
Of gold.

Tarnished gold—not gilded—
Not even tarnished—
But golden shining
The last of the first
Unburnished.

Son of gold,
Not bronze or brass
Verdigree:
Not steel or iron or
Platinum.

But golden gold unending:
Disappointed gold—nay—
Unending gold—
Pony gold,
Staying gold.

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