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Golden Age

Sarah Taylor, Senior Editor

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In my violet, flowing dress
With simple gold embroidery;
Yet I don’t have the right amount of gold,
Gold rings, gold bracelets, gold chains to tie me down.

But I’m always ready on my feet to move,
Like a force of nature, always growing.
Though sometimes growing can be lonesome.
No place to dig my feet into the soft dirt,
And grow roots.

Am I free to roam or wander forever aimlessly?
Suddenly the gold feels brittle in my hands,
And the violet doesn’t fill me with a sense of nobility like it should.
This is the familiar calling to move on.

They say I look like a goddess,
In my violet and gold.
But they like to forget.
How all the gods died in the ruins of their empire.
Now they are forlorn in their violet and gold.

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The Ursuline Chronicle:The student news magazine of Ursuline Academy
Golden Age