Golden Day

Golden Day
by Pink

One moon, one sun
It was all he had to spare
Through dusty glass and saddened eyes
Reminiscing; what once was there

Outside the world was gold
Full of warmth, full of mirth
Flowers grew, glances stolen
Moments that were never sold

Dusk arrived; time was laughing
Children were called back
Grief-struck faces over joy
What day had built, now destroyed

Death's cold hands remained longing,
Its clutches around the old man's life
Around him, loved ones stood
Shedding tears, ever cascading

Before he departed; a new star born
He smiled at what he'd leave behind
Time, despite its devilish ways,
Would bring another golden day

And no one would mourn.