These gifts from my mother,
Gifts from my mother,
Countless adventures, a lifetime of luxury!
Can you not see I’m stuck,
In a cage of gold?
Ev’ry bar is of silver,
Ev’ry light split by a diamond,
In my cage of gold?
These presents and offerings –
Mere silken chains!
Each one is a debt that will always remain.
Though the floor is of marbles,
And the sink flows with wine,
Still it’s a cage –
My cage of gold!
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Dear readers,
I have drafted poetry about golden cages before. I do not believe that I have ever uploaded it however, and I hope that you enjoy it.
Kind regards,
The Hapless Neo-Romantic
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