5POETRY

Golden Times

A poem

Smiling faces across the wall —
once, they made our lifestyle fall.
In golden frames they softly gleam,
unadulterated love — a dream
pouring from a goblet’s brim,
a peaceful life, now growing dim.

Golden times would often gaze,
indifferently, through passing days,
like nature looking upward, high,
see the universe after a stormy sky.

I wonder why our lives must fade — 
no costly makeup ever made
can hide the truth we all obey:
the curtain falls at close of play.