Stay Gold

In a world split clean by a greaser’s blade, Where the sunsets burn the same for rich and poor, Boys learn too young how fragile courage is, How loyalty can bruise, and still come back for more. Pavement nights and whispered plans, Leather jackets hiding trembling hands, Dreams that flicker like a match in wind— Too bright, too brief, too easy to rescind. Some hearts run wild like Mustang wheels, Some break soft, like a poem Johnny feels. And in the quiet after fists and fear, A truth rings out for those who hear: That even in a world so cold, A soul can shine if it’s brave enough— To stay gold.