Not so precious

My name

Is Silver.

As in second-place



My parents used to tell me

That they meant it

Like the metal

And not the medal

That you give to those

Who fall short.

Yes, silver like the metal, they said

For your silver tongue

For that silver spoon in your mouth

For your laugh like silver bells.


They don’t tell me that anymore.

The End

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