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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Some people are still feeling the afterglow of a commercialized holiday. I keep thinking of how sad it is, because it is fleeting. But it’s good, isn’t it? Loss is important. Grief, too.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost

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.

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