on golden

I can’t point to a moment

put my finger on the spot

the where when why or how

it all stopped

the golden times ended

I thought

better felt

before then

everything I touched

was part of felt golden

the best times high times

friends lovers life

as one happening

fun event great party

nothing could go wrong

was out of reach or touch

& all was good in my world

& the end if it came at all

was slow inexorable soft

now everything needed effort

to push against decline

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