I wander through the dusty room
My mind enclosed by distant past
Dark furniture lost in the gloom
Ghosts whispering it could not last
So bright the glow of golden days
When all we wanted seemed so near
We counted not the many ways
The end would come for things held dear
So rich we were that those in need
Were given riches beyond worth
To caution words we paid no heed
We all were kings at time of birth
‘Tis painful now to see the way
The world’s become such bitter ground
We once thought gold but now is clay
The golden time we thought we found
I wander through the dusty room
That is my youth now in decay
And weep for flowers not in bloom
That once were here but could not stay