Golden

While the weather was still warm
they played in the fountains
and life seemed easy
it was natural to smile

we could see no white caps
on the distant mountains
our focus was on
this golden mile

it was time for the young
to get thoroughly soaked
and dry in the lenient
October sun

the adults just sat
quite still, and joked
recalling their days
of childish fun

at the back of their minds
was something like night
but far enough away
to put off till tomorrow

while the kids still played
it just wasn’t right
to admit there was anything
remotely like sorrow