the temporal nature

thinking back to better days
when kind faces presented themselves,
when the youth that one emanated &
the accompanying energy
brought in smiles & positive vibes
from all corners of the earth,
when friends seemed to always be there &
when one could delude oneself with an idea
of
meaning,
in an empty & fruitless
existence,
so temporal is the nature of it all,
so cruel &
wretchedly quick,
goes the life when squeezed,
dripping like water from a sponge &
with the blink of an eye,
what is left is only the
dry
rot.