A Ring of Generations

It is a crown of gold, shiny and worn, like a ring.
A star, a mirror, an ancient one with wisdom.
Full of the knowledge and reminiscence
Passed from generation to generation.

It serves a purpose, a meaning.
It shines a path to light me the way, like a lantern
And fills me with the memories and lessons of my wise elders.
It is a crown of gold, shiny and worn.
Quiet and shy, humble and grateful, it shines in the light.

It is the center of purity, like a pearl.
Surrounded by darkness, it shines untouched,
Breaking out of the cage that closes in.
It is a crown of gold, shiny and worn, pure and tainted.

A contrast, a star shining bright until it reaches the shadows,
The worst wish one may wish at night,
A mix of the dark and light, the moral and the sinful.
All as one, with the wisdom of my old and strength of my youth.
An egg, like fresh snow, laid in the thorns of a rose bush.
It is a crown of, gold shiny and worn,
A ring of generations.