Gold is the color of these moments.
Of the days spent in idyllic pleasure.
Leisurely, we’d set paper boats afloat
Down the streams in green meadows.
Evenings passed in carefree play, and
Nights were when grandma told tales.
Mom and dad would tuck me in bed.
On to the land of dreams, I’d then sail.
Memories of friends in photographs,
Each posing with smiles and laughs.
Nothing compares to those times.
Those were the best days of my life
Saved as remembrances in my mind.
PS: This is an acrostic poem. Join the first letter of each line and see what you get!
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