Ages of Rusted Gold***

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I used to be alive

I used to glow in the sunlight

My smile used to be bright

Joy radiated from my very being

But everything I was has faded

My spirit of gold

Is now made of bronze

My once polished heart

Is now rusted and torn

My life is no longer illuminated by happiness

It's clouded over by my own thoughts

I used to have dreams

They were sewn together with strings of gold

Now they're fraying at the edges

Barley hanging on

Everything I am


Has faded from gold to bronze

From new to rusted

Growing up can do that to you

Don't let age or stress

Take anything from you

Keep your soul young and vibrant

Don't let your spark be put out

Or your hopes drowned

Keep them locked up tight

Try to never grow up too much

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