But realisation
  comes too late
  time then was wider
  than the open sky
  but the living
  knew not
  how to celebrate
  they walked
the same paths
to  the old silly songs
they danced and sang
in denial
they told themselves:
life is all good
and tomorrow
is  a distant metaphor
wine let's drink
and more, pour
the night is tender
and young- for sure
life will be on our side
there's no reason
our joys to hide
proclaim we should
happy times shall abide
those who stay away
are missing the ride
we are not born to despair--

winter days
they won't delay
summer smiles
have vanished away
that which was once
a green field is now
covered with mud and clay

in this aridness
singing birds won't stay
no happy sounds heard
of children at play

the hedges where once
roses their grandeur
did proudly display
had seen their last days of decay

youth never felt nor knew
beauty would some day
its wrinkles  display
innocence was short-lived
soon became experiences' prey

tears are in vain
they fail to assuage
the heart's pain

for dreams have perished
and no longer shines
the light of day.