was there ever a golden age
a time of remarkable deeds
when motives and methods
of men were impeccable
worthy of singing immaculate
praise by the poets of progeny
was there ever a golden age
a time of remarkable deeds
or is memory merely a vessel
of hope a reformative hindsight
that polishes history shining
its possible light on the future
Filed under: Free Verse, POETRY
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