Golden Days
Golden days on white sands
Walking the beach a sea breeze at hand
Sunsets in red yellow and indigo
Always somewhere for us to go
There are ghosts that walk with me
Who want to keep me company
I see them once and a while
Where they look at me and smile
The north wind blows and warms me
In hot summer days that bring it back with glee
And those mates that I remember now
Are walking beside me
Remembering them so easily.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2024
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