Stay Gold
I just finished reading The Outsiders yet again. I am not for sure how many times I have read that book. In honor of a great book of my childhood here is a poem.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
Stay gold Pony boy, stay gold.
