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Golden Days


As the sun set in the western sky
He was reminded of years gone by
When love filled his lonely heart
And nothing could tear them apart.

Long walks along the quay
Holding hands along the way
A kiss a hug as the sun went down
A trace of the face with a doubting frown.

She told him then that things looked bad
The test results that the doctor had
Discussed with her but he didn't accept
What she told him - he wept.

And as the days passed into weeks
He wondered if he could seek
A cure of sorts, a way out
But the cancer's growth left no doubt.

She told him their life together had been the best
But now it was time for her to rest.
She said their past was a bit of a haze
But he should always remember their golden days.

And now as he strolled the beach
Alone with just his thoughts within reach
He recalled those golden days gone by
And, unsuccessfully, told himself he wouldn't cry

The theme at Studio30+ this week is golden/halcyon. Sorry for the downer.


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