I often ponder about life…it just seems to whizz past.  The Golden Days was written as a reflection about growing older as I was working through some grief I felt for the loss of my youth.

I remember when Passion rushed through my blood

When every second was spent

In youthful exhibition of my creative flow

Why did those days have to go?

I remember when I could not be contained

I was the spark starting the raging fire

The glitter in the diamond

The glow in the lamp

Why did my style life cramp?

I remember when there were no boundaries

No limits upon my thinking

I could leave in a minute’s notice

Extending into an horizon so expansive

Why did life become so expensive?

I remember

But I wonder if it is only with the glazed eyes of age

Muting the pain, the hurt and the shame

And playing a movie so surreal

Of the Golden Days

That my mind deceivingly now plays?