Nothing Gold Can Stay

“Nothing Gold Can Stay” is a famous poem written by the even more famous Robert Frost. It approaches the aspect of life that some, or many, shy from: things change. Yes, dangerous words, but it’s the truth. Everything from relationships and feelings to your hair style and current gas prices all have one thing in common: they change.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Though only eight lines, this poem packs a punch and is something you may relate to even more than you understand.

How often would you dare to call something precious? Merrium-Webster defines something precious as something:

: rare and worth a lot of money

: very valuable or important : too valuable or important to be wasted or used carelessly

: greatly loved, valued, or important

Many things can be precious to us, ranging through the whole spectrum of nouns: persons, places, things, ideas. A friend may be precious to you or a memory, you may cherish a specific city or maybe your hard-earned wages. Anything, in honesty, could be precious to someone for one reason or another.

One adjective that I have often found associated with gold is precious.

“Nothing gold can stay.”

“Nothing precious can stay.”

Things change. As time goes on, that is the inevitability of life. Change is the only consistency.