The Golden Years

Ah, those golden years they say
A time to rest, a time to play
Reflect upon a life well spent
Those golden years are heaven sent.

Oh, but those golden years you see
Are not what they're cracked up to be
So in those words don't put your trust
It isn't gold, it's only rust.

Ron Flowers 2009

heather wilkins
oh yes those golden years seem to be brass sometimes. Great poem.

patspoems
Brilliant and so true. Don't know where they get the rest from I always seem busier than when I was actually working. Loved this poem - thanks for sharing... Pat

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Well Ron, there is certainly gold in this warm and winning verse...Thank you for the smile.... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

ritty patnaik
gold or rust,the moments of happiness will be remembered always.loved this poem.....ritty

Gerard Lebel
I couldn't agree more, Ron!! Thanks for sharing this delightful piece.....Jerry (*_*)

C. P. Sharma
I endorse you. If in God we really trust, The golden sunset is the best. CP

Jim Stanley
Nice "Hook" at the ending!!! Love your poem Ron!

Susan Jarvis
Humour with a pinch of pathos. I love it! :)

Aine Carroll
I liked this. I am going to take your advice and not put of what I could do today and get well oiled before all the rust sets in!!!

Karin Anderson
Love the humor here Ron. The only say I could say for compensation is that we can do what we like 'cause we are retired...

carol
they are cracked up good write

kath
Such fools gold - and a wonderfully written poem. Rust on the gatepost as we pass at last from work to garden. Absolutely, fantastically well said! Bravo - and encore! Kath xxxx