Ephemeral Crown

It was the prime of my youth,
It was the prime of my strength.
I befriended the world,
And the world gave me gold.
It was a wonderful world of gold,
But I realized I'm getting old.
Crown of gold! Crown of gold!
Will you leave me when I'm old?
Golden crown! Golden crown!
Will you stay forever and be my crown?
Look at the beautiful clouds in the sky,
Will you follow the ephemeral clouds in the sky?
Then suddenly, I remembered the crown of thorns,
Oh! how wretched I am Oh Lord...it was for me!

By Jose B. Cabajar