Poem: golden times – 24/11/21

it feels like gold
it shines it glimmers
it never grows old
these times that grow within my soul
cause me to smile
widely
from ear to ear.

lips plumped and pouted I contemplate
what has come to pass with extraneous time
for these golden dreams cause such brightness
and internal strength
tenacity helped me make it through the
disastrous zones
the struggles
the moans the whines
the aching
the pining
and now here I am
grinning giggling
for I’ve achieved what I sought
and though it took certain time
I have arrived…
finally.
 
no more talk of
being on the verge
on the precipice of achieving
I’ve reached the rise
and now I soar with it
gracious understanding and gratitude
and in this world,
all the spare time time time.
(24/11/21)
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