Golden Years Poem by Josh Ream

Golden Years



You don't always live in the past
So many people look forward to the future
But not your grandparents
They always look forward to you growing up
But they also loved it whaen you were young
They always call them the 'Golden Years'
Because they always treasured them
Like it was gold.

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