Rings

Little fragile, Flimsy bands,
Worn on shapely hands,
More despair to men have brought,
Than all the battles ever fought
Still bestowal of a ring,
Has more joy contrived to bring
In one ne'er-recurring hour,
Than have knoledge, wealth or pow'r

Little emblem of Romance!
Wherein thy significance?
Gold? Most fickle metel known!
Diamond? Coldest, hardest stone!
Whereas plain gold wedding bands,
Gracious caring, work-worn hands,
Countless home sustain and bless
With real and happiness.

poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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