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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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