• If nothing gold can stay,
    Then all of us are golden.
    The worst shine beautiful
    (We treasure the criminal
    While the faithful are scorned)

    Our golden hearts melt
    Slowly with the innocence destroyed by
    Our leaden grins as the TV,
    Blaring another murder,
    Leads you to say, “At least it wasn’t us,”
    But I know one day you’ll be just as dead
    And, sooner, just as dead to me
    For I’ve known you for awhile
    And you’re more golden than the rest.
    Nothing gold can stay.

    No, I don’t think so.