golden rays of sunshine
When you grow old
Rocking on a chair
You may think of the past
It comes to fall on you
You may sigh of regrets
Maybe of those opportunities gone
You dare not take up the challenge
You let it go hiding your ego
Then you remembered
There were others you took
You dare to make a difference
You surprise even yourself
As age catching up
You realize a little of romance helps
Everyday in a life full of what comes next
History of the past is just that....
You sip your drink
Rocking on the chair
Staring at the golden rays of light
“You always come don't you?”
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