Memories rich and golden
are but shadows from your past
most days nearly forgotten
but your happiness will last
when alone you go back there
so full of pure delight they were
till it happens unexpectedly
that you remember them too well
in your daydreams or in nightmares
they will come back to tell
their tale of how it really was  
not always fields of bells so blue
nor sunny days and snow-white clouds  
yet there is no cause to dwell
upon what was good or bad in them  
since all your yesterdays are gone
and are simply better left alone
lying where they truly belong
in the chest of golden memories
never to be fully opened up at all
like impressions never analysed
like strange words hardly understood
they belong inside your beating heart
in the chest of golden memories
for no hand or tongue to rip apart.