Golden Dreams

Shiny and bright
As it shimmers through the night
Old but special
As it holds lots of memories
Mine forever
To hold when I am sad or to wear when I am happy
When I come home
It’s there waiting on my jewellery holder to be worn
As old as it might be
It will always hold stories about itself
As heavy as it is
I wear it no matter what
It may have some dents
But nothing is perfect
When you look into the gold
It tells stories that are new and old
It holds special meaning in my heart
Without it I wouldn’t know where to start
When times get tough
I remember what it has done for me.