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Those Happy Golden Years

These hands tell a tale
of a century passed.
These eyes have seen all there is
filled deep with wisdom.
And yet...

I look at these hands
wrinkled with age...
I remember when
these hands were young,
untainted by the darkness
of the world.
When my heart was pure
and my eyes
shielded from evil.

I look at these hands
and remember
fishing in the river
climbing in the trees
and playing in the sun.

I look at these hands
and remember
the best of this life,
my childhood,
those happy golden years.

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A sweet poem about an old man reminiscing his earlier days. Enjoy.

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  • The Fun House gold member
    October 12

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    What a wonderful insightful poem.... seeing through the old man's eyes and thoughts. I think you have captured him very well.....I really enjoyed reading this and have written similar sort of things in the past myself.