A polished gold medallion,
A symbol of accomplishment,
A circular disk,
Shimmers in the light.

A restless reminder of past adventures,
Hanging from my fingers,
An exciting symbol of future journeys,
Sleeping in my palm.

Radiant colours laugh,
Like children at a circus,
A soft silky ribbon,
Dancing on my fingertips.

The cold metal lies in my hand,
Smooth, velvety silk as well,
Reflecting me,
The rightful owner.