Gold

We are not here for the comfort of others

Though, we may be of comfort along the way

We are not here, as shining examples

Though, we may offer a glimmer of light

Some come by on our path

And, we get to witness, a light that brightens the night sky

The dark night

You never know

Why would you know?

That the light they glow with comes from

A life so hard, that through all the tumbles,

The rock that they were

Has turned to gold

By WendyJoy Smith ©️ 2025