Memories of days of gold dance fondly in my mind's eye, bold. To remember those days of old, eases my heart's burdened load. Desire burns within to revisit those times, when misery was defeated by the thin of a dime. Cherished sentiments of this kind, caress my restless and weary mind. Often, I wonder about those days of gold. Are they lost in the fault of my memory? Have they been stolen by the hands of thievery? Or have they, simply, faded into veiled history? Today my hands only hold, rusted memories of those days of gold when my life was painless, elated and full and when the depth of my anguish remained untold. Oh, how I long for those days of gold!