a world of gold

the autumn wind in a world so gold
to think that it can be oh so bold
stuck to everything as a sticky mold
such is its fate to be unfold
the time that is next is obviously cold
and pride is what should be now sold
the time all this happened might just be old
but this was the tale which i was told
to live in the world no matter u rolled
but think of it as a time which is gold
regrettably this was what i could not hold....

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an advice for all but a will which could not hold onto it