Old is gold, then what is silver?

There’s something so intriguing about being odd—

Being strange, being ethereal, being extraordinary.

Lurking around, we have blue skies, green trees, and yellow sunshine.

But what of storms that wail like lost souls in a sunless sky?

What of oceans that crash, relentless, unbidden?

What of neon sunsets, drenched in hues

that create heaven on earth once in a blue moon?

Seasons change—new music, new books, new films.

Yet old films are still watched as the new ones arrive.

Old songs are still hummed as fresh melodies reach out.

And even as new tales are written,

we still speak of books that have weathered time.

New means more, but old means nothing less.

New means more, yet old holds the treasure.

New means more, yet old stores all the history.

They say old is gold—but what is silver?

The living yearn for death, and the dead for life.

Yearning for what we don’t own has become the trend—

we want it because it’s different, because it’s unique.

But oddity isn’t the key to a hole you keep digging.

It’s a creation, not a treasure to uncover.

It’s not a chapter to tear from your storybook—

its ending matters too.

The past may be old, but old is gold,

holding mysteries that led us here.

The future awakens

to paths worn by gold,

shining now as crystal silver.

Old is gold—what treasure lies in silver?

Written by M.K.

‘My name is May, I'm 17 and I've been writing my own poetry (inspired from my journal) for 2 years now! 

I haven't written in quite a while, so this was an eye-opening opportunity for me. Some of my inspirations are Mary Oliver, Sylvia Plath and Rupi Kaur.’ Instagram: @may.knn07