Golden Years

it wasn't supposed to be

like this,

so empty and borderline,

so almost final,

full of unanswered questions and

unfulfilled promises;

long ago there was time,

endless and forever,

like stars in the eternal night,

now they fade,

as light from the new dawn

rises over the hills,

so remote and far away;

but somehow

we reached the golden years,

where everything is not too bad,

or not too good,

just somewhere in the middle,

just okay;

a very gentle and quiet place.

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