Golden, Golden, Gone

golden ash tree

 

Golden splendour crowns him King,

Overlord of his domain;

Golden is his golden ring,

Golden as his golden reign.

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Invincible his golden throne,

Iron is his sceptred fist;

After winds of change have blown,

Golden days are gone like mist.

 

Things Are Looking Up

Things are looking up.

When soul is lemon-squeezed

and gutter-balled,

where else can it go?

When spirit is avalanche-prone,

barreling spiral of mountain-top madness

plunging to certain death in

cataclysmic fury,

getting up is

supreme progress!

When  bottom is a taste in the teeth

and a grit in the face,

raising head to heaven

is elevation,

promotion,

accession to the Throne.