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