Before time faded away, 
we were considered the
toothsome people walking on this earth.

But today, just like the autumn leaves,
Everything about us is a dismal.

We're no longer the same but instead, 
We're like a dim light on the stages,
Like the rotten uneatable fruit collection, 
Like the dry bouquets in the vase,
Like the grand piano covered with dust;

We're just a forgotten history
without a book or any sort of portraits,
A faded memory passed through time.

**@jobiranyc (9/24/2017)**