These happy, golden years

“Golden years are passing by
These happy, golden years.”

I sat on a riverbank one summer morn
When a feather floated down from heaven where it was born

I ran along the river’s bank
And gazed into the setting sun
My son and I would watch the river run
These happy, golden years

The grass was green
The water blue
Summer heat moving through
These happy, golden years

The leaves turned orange, yellow, and red
Not to be seen
Until spring time, born again
These happy, golden years

In the mean-time came
The falling flakes of winter white
Accentuated by Christmas lights
These happy, golden years

The snow melted
The flowers bloomed
Grandchildren come all too soon
These happy, golden years

Seasons change
Souls weather
Golden years are passing by
These happy, golden years

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