Shine Of Joy…

I could not but dillydally, 
My mind would be for it, 
Then, against it, it would rally, 
Dumbing me by numbing my wit.

This was joy I had to share, 
An honour I had to bare, 
But not seem pompous and vain, 
Needed was a rainbow sans the rain.

I hadn’t cut a caper, 
Yet, many a newspaper, 
Had me peeking from a nook, 
Unnoticed by the cursory look, 
Of a sleepy Saturday morn, 
The focus almost forlorn.

Humbly, for this must be told,
I ask you to kindly behold,
Er...my prized disc of Gold,
Special, for the metallic mould,
Was neither bought, nor sold...