In days of the past, a tale unfolds,
A time revered, truths untold,
Where stories embrace, a secret holds,
Old is gold, its worth untold.

Between ruined pages, stories live,
Filled with adventure, the magic it gives,
Passed down to generations, until it leaves
Old is gold, the memories we relive.

An ancient tree, roots deep and wide,
Stands tall, with courage and pride,
Like the Queen, until the day she died,
Old is gold, fears cast aside.

In haunted houses and creaking doors,
The ghosts of the past still soar,
With memories that time restores,
Old is gold, forevermore.

So, remember, then, what came before,
Embrace the memories that we adore,
Look into the past, and you’ll find more, where
Old is gold, forevermore.