Steel Men's Golden Days

It was the grandest of times but the worst of days.
Steel men of gold watches and silver tongues danced with their partners,
Golden hairs decorated in silver pins, above burned cities.
Burned cities that worshiped the old way of the dollar,
The more the merrier you are, or so they said low in the ground.
Steel men who begin where they look over laugh and drink,
Unaware the dollar will crumble as their buildings will.
But that demise has been saved for another day, so now
They laugh and drink and rule those who prefer titles.
Because that’s all they have with a rotten old house.
Money goes with time but name doesn’t.
It gets them to sleep at night.
Though their names will rise before splatting against concrete,
Because names like doing that.