Pure Gold

We were the pure gold people.

The golden generation of 

bouncing baby boomers

who had it all,

the best music, the most fun

and the security and optimism

of a golden future.

Now we have had our golden future.

it is done.

Tarnished, cracking up, fragmenting,

turning to sharp dust and black mud.

And ashes, darker still.

We were there at the beginning

of the gold rush.

Now we’re at the end

and we know there will be no more

future.

The gold has melted away.

Only base metal is left

and even that is fragmenting,

turning to sharp dust and black mud.

And darker ashes already 

to bury all those golden dreams.

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