Those Golden Days Poem by Bryan Taplits

Those golden days that I recall-
No whispers blots or pause,
They're treasures that I treasure still
Mined deep-absent of floss.
I see them still, they shine and thrill-
They were esteemed back then-
And nowadays, their snowy sleighs
Warm like a reminiscent friend.
Yes,
Those memories I see,
both deep and verily all so old,
Redolent of the sweet of Spring-
With whirls and swirls that were all friends-
Landscapes that I could mold.
But now-
I worry that they will fade-
And reign no more as bold,
And die a death from lassitude,
And find they were all "fools gold."