Hazy light, winking it's eye in the twilight of evening's song.

Anticipated joy and peaceful calm, unhesitatingly waiting in
the shadows of dusk, afraid to step from behind the grayness
capturing it's image with pride.

Alone with thoughtful meanings, inner life resounding with the
echoes of maturity.

Holding on to the images of youth as we look forward to
tomorrow's golden age, reverberating across our eyes in memories
aplenty, saved for our retirement.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-age-4/