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All that glitters is not gold (or all that's gold does not glitter)
If I were a book the description would be
‘Very poor condition –
used and worn, faded, damaged cover and aging to pages ’
Would then you still buy me?
And after all the time of sitting on the shelf
maybe see that in those pages
there’s something that is worth the read.
If I were a film I’d be made black and white
‘Advisable to miss –
depressing, at times devastating, uneasy viewing’
Would then you still watch me?
And despite all of the warnings, see beyond the
glooming sets and desolation
to a possible redemption.
If I were a song then the music would be
‘A strange fusion of styles –
dissolute, confused, otherworldly and no direction’
Would then you still listen?
And could you really hear amidst all the madness
something beautifully oblique
that requires another playing.
If I were an artwork I’m painted in oil
‘Restoration needed –
considerable cracking and flaking, in fragile state’
Would then you bid for me?
Knowing that beneath all the clouding and the grime
lies something colourful and bright
deserving of conservation.
If I were a sculpture, modelled from you
‘Encrusted in diamonds –
perfection in gold, a statement piece, expensive to own’
Could then you embrace me?
