Golden Days

I do not know what will be

as Golden days come my way now,

an unknown fear that plays with me,

No explanation to why or how.

I will embrace the days

with hope, to live more richly here,

that Fifty will not crush my gaze,

A new JOY to come, unfolding clear.

Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, April 1, 2022.

Image #1: Golden by P. Antonello.

Image #2: 50 by Kendall Scott on Unsplash