My Dreams Were Filled With Yellow and Gold
My dreams were filled with yellow and gold,
Of toys and games that never grew old,
That time of magic when all was new,
Long before the cynicism grew,
Now my waking hours are so chill and cold,
There is never anyone here for me to hold,
Silent tears are shed every day through,
Sometimes I think my mind will unglue,
Alone in a crowd on the side of the street,
Walking to nowhere with no one to meet,
A life that is empty and so barren and bleak,
That brings only endings to those who are meek,
Yet! Am I not proud, righteous and strong?
It is not I but this world which is wrong,
I will stand my ground and not give an inch,
The shadows around me will not make me flinch,
It is I who shall decide how my world turns,
I will not bother with other peoples concerns,
Yet what do I have when I finally come to the end,
No love, no warmth, nothing! Not even one friend,
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My dreams were filled with yellow and gold,
Of toys and games that never grew old,
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
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