The streets of the past have a golden hue

Known to only me and you

Forgoing the shy starlight

A golden youthful yellow delight

The nights were littered with gold

A yellow wind left to behold

Sunlight at night

What a golden honey sight

People, cars and dogs

Streaming through a yellow fog

Christmas fairs and hot chocolate

A warmth and love now forgot

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Happiness, in hands for you.

If you decided, not to be sad.

As a cup of water, to drink.

To clean your thoughts, to be glad.

Sadness, does not need to broach.

It always knocks, worried heart.

But Happiness, with a golden coach.

Asks, to ride happiness cart.

The Brain is yours, “to make use”.

Positively, think of your own.

Feel your value, never abuse.

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And so as nothing leads to nothing

and your weary eyes

leaves turn golden then they fall

grasping for the past

An old tramp in the corner

monument of life

you used to own the whole world too

benches for thrones, friends to trust

All is gone yet you still live

bursting with sweet love

Love of golden fallen leaves

- that is what you've...

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