Golden Days Take On a Gray Hue
She brushes her long silky tresses,
smiling at her beautiful reflection.
A closet full of jewels and dresses.
Everything about her is perfection.
Physical splendor and material wealth
fades with age and crumbles in time.
Growing old erodes a person's health,
a bane once we've past our prime.
Spring lasts but a short tender season.
We are not renewed like buds or a leaf.
Winter encroaches in an act of treason,
we're suddenly old, consumed with grief.
Tarnished becomes the crown we wore
in days of our youth when life was new.
But the clock ticks and we cannot ignore
our golden days have taken on a gray hue.
February 24, 2023
Inspired by Robert Frosts' Nothing Gold Can Stay Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2023
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