Schoolboy Gold
The train was peopled close;
I yielded place to age --
as trained from early years.
Into my hand is pressed,
a threepence coin piece,
nugget of living gold.
What can be bought, nought:
what represents is all.
I yielded place to age --
as trained from early years.
Into my hand is pressed,
a threepence coin piece,
nugget of living gold.
What can be bought, nought:
what represents is all.
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