The poem contrasts the intrinsic value of silver coins to the debased coinage of the current age. While debased coins gleam brightly, signaling their inferior metal, true silver coins have a dull sheen that signals their worth. Like noble metals and men, things of true value shun publicity and prefer to remain inconspicuous. Only those who have endured rigorous contemplation and study can recognize the intrinsic value in things that have stood the test of time.
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A short poem on the shift in values and human worth over time.
The poem contrasts the intrinsic value of silver coins to the debased coinage of the current age. While debased coins gleam brightly, signaling their inferior metal, true silver coins have a dull sheen that signals their worth. Like noble metals and men, things of true value shun publicity and prefer to remain inconspicuous. Only those who have endured rigorous contemplation and study can recognize the intrinsic value in things that have stood the test of time.
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The poem contrasts the intrinsic value of silver coins to the debased coinage of the current age. While debased coins gleam brightly, signaling their inferior metal, true silver coins have a dull sheen that signals their worth. Like noble metals and men, things of true value shun publicity and prefer to remain inconspicuous. Only those who have endured rigorous contemplation and study can recognize the intrinsic value in things that have stood the test of time.
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deceptively shiny on my palm, the debased coinage of a devalued age. But silver they are not, for sure! Real silver does not gleam; the dull veneer of time, and unwillingness to advertise its worth keeps it low-key and inconspicuous.
It quietly shuns the ostentation
that stems from a sense of inferiority — the hallmark of baser metal. As silver never advertises its presence, so do both noble men and noble metals shrink from the glare of publicity, preferring to embrace obscurity… Yet, ages past, kings staked their crowns on the dull little coins that rang so true.
All that glisters is not gold!
The pure and the precious burrow away from prying eyes. Choosing the shadows of the ages, accessible only to the discerning. The wise and the free – content in Self knowledge – live cloistered lives far from the clamour of an age that fawns on transient baubles of little intrinsic value
The value of the tested, tried and true
can ne’er be recognised by the fool. Surface innocent of foppery, Clad in ashes, the priceless residue of lifelong study and contemplation those who serve, purged of impurities, are like the dusty Earth itself, with its heart of ancient fire. The molten value that gleams at its core may only be seen by those similarly seared and purged in the merciless flame of reason. Values are the best reflection of an Age… And king and coinage its best yardsticks.