Golden Days Poem by Tygrr Robertson

As I sit here
alone and thinking
Distracted thoughts
yet contemplating
All the while
aggravating
This soul of mine
won’t stop debating

It cries to me
that I am free
Through clearer eyes
I should see
Hold no regrets
to the past
Just cause some things
didn’t last

I try to see through
this emotional haze
In hopes of a future
in which to praise
Not thinking of past
as my golden days
I’m living them now
right here, my way!