Growing Up

Everything was gold,

Until it wasn’t.

The shine of my innocence gone,

That currency of trust.

The bright luster of the future,

The dull shadow of now.

The sun setting on the sunrise,

That yellow fold of time.

Everything was gold,

Until it wasn’t.

It once was gold.
And the gold was gone.
And so was I.

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