Loading ...“Where go the years? Down what tunnel of time are poured the precious days? We are young and the fires within us burn bright. All the world lies before us and nothing is too great to be done, no challenge too awesome. Then suddenly the days are no more, the years are gone, and the time that remains is little indeed.”
Louis L’Amour…..To The Far Blue Mountains……Chapter 30.
Sounds like a goldbugs lament, at least to me……. All the Best…… Silverngold