Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

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

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Fin Chuuk February 24, 2023 at 5:52 PM Yep, you surely said it well, Lin. A fabulous write, I smile reading it :) Lin Lane February 25, 2023 at 5:59 AM Thanks for the comments and your smile, Fin.

Michelle Faulkner February 24, 2023 at 4:47 PM We are so sure youth lasts forever, until it doesn't, and the years speed up along with the gray, very thought provoking write, best of luck in the contest, Lin Lin Lane February 25, 2023 at 5:59 AM Thank you for such a wonderful review of my poem and your thoughts, Michelle.