GOLDEN GLORY

With a golden brim, my medal and a silver decoration,
My medal reflects brightly in the light.
Its ribbon is a bright coloured orange,
Even brighter than an orange peel.
Won two years ago it’s still as shiny as our new blue car.
The bright shinnying gold rusts in shadows,
At the top of my shelf where it has no use.
The gold medal is cold and tastes like silvery,
And it’s special because I won it in a very close game,
To a team that was lame.