Yesterday's Gold
Yesterday's gold
Is so cold
Til I slip it upon
My finger again
Then it Burns
Again so hot
I can't stop
Recall it all
And what it
Meant to me
That's when I stop
And put the ring away
These days are
Winter's white
And far, far, too far
To say
Yesterday's gold
Seems so cold
And it is best
Kept that way
June 6,1992
poem by Midnights Voice
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