Golden days, recalling erstwhile happy youth
precious days, time of passions - full of truth.
Thus in aging days we retain them all else above
Autumn days of deep affections care and love.
We know for sure that life-long love never dies
nor ever is it dimmed in song or memory's eyes.
Though life has nothing sweeter than its Spring
its magical times to a wondering memory bring…
…fondest tunes of glorious days, to us forever young.
These Golden days - so many love songs still unsung.

Tobias