All that glitters is not gold The things folks value do not hold A candle to your warm embrace The look of bliss on my child’s face

All that shines is not sublime Some things don’t pass the test of time New friendships when they’re made too fast Burn out as quick as airborne ash

Loud ringing bells don’t always ring best Those who speak longest have much to confess What’s hot today may be cold tomorrow The widest smile may hide great sorrow

The richest cream is first to curdle Lead is heavy but a toxic metal The fastest loom may tangle thread The robust tire may lose its tread

What is true may not be apparent Beneath the shine could be abhorrent Trust only what our hearts procure Not what our eyes assume is pure