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

 

The streets of gold now left for good

Replaced by a silver blemished hood

Cold in its disdain for night

With a longing left for golden light