There is a golden point in each life.
Where the world is right and happy,
But it never lasts.

We all know of these points.
As time goes on, these moments happen less and less.

And the world moves on.

So we live our lives and close our eyes.
It only hurts to remember, or does it?

Golden in hue, silver in value,
But grey in color.
We forget those times,
When happiness is our lives.

Well that's the unfortunate thing,
We can't go back,
We wish for it,
And never recieve it.