We look at the container and see it is misshapen.
We look at the container and see it doesn't have a polished hue.
We look at the container and see its lines are not symmetrical.
We look at the container and see its bumps and dents.
We look at the container and our eyes dart away from its less than wholesome appearance.
We look at the container and our hands itch to get a paintbrush and touch it up.
We look at the container and see that its best years are behind it.
We look at the container and see its style is dated.
And suddenly we stop seeing the container.
And we see only the gold inside.
As a loving heart was meant to see.
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For my brother David. Who was gold inside. And only saw the gold inside.