Ability is all about presentability,
Being real:
Not being gold,
Its value being it's undoing,
Miners excavating you,
Using you!
Don't be a flower,
To be plucked,
To merit nothing once dry,
Being discarded for fresh one!
Be a stone,
Resisting beauty and time,
To hurt those who kick you,
Rolling on your own!
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Resisting beauty and time