My father once told me,
Do not mistake the rust of iron,
For the glitter of gold
Attachment is that which can give
But also take away.
A man must know his worth
Lest he also rust like iron
In false hopes for the glitter of gold,
One can only do with the time he has,
As all things fade and erode.
My father once told me,
Do not mistake the rust of iron
For the glitter of that temporary gold
Attachment is not relentlessly holding
But also knowing when to let go.