it was slow, now it is fast
it was forever, now it does not last
those memories were nice, now it is as sharp as a knife
is this what you grandly call as life?
it was beautiful to see the falling leaves
now you ask ‘where are the trees?’
there was a time for flowers and buzzing bees
now there is nothing that one sees…
u continue to impress..
Nice poem..
Words are very true..