Gold in the Grotto

The heart is a throne room,
the mind the storehouse
of all the kingdom’s treasures.

Mine is full of tin and brass,
gleaming with all my polishing:
easy to lift, but hard as gold to shift.

Enter a nobler king,
whose reign sweeps away the tawdry
and sets gold in its place.

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