Desiccated life
I have heard stories from the past
That love was easier
Time was plenty
And that money was not vulnerable
‘Ignorance’ in today’s time
Makes hatred, confusion,
And many creative engines,
That pushes us to the grave fast
Love can be nothing but adjustments
Time stays in antiques
And everybody has more pennies,
To offer than to save
Regardless of the worthy processions
What regards do we have for our ancestors?
Who once lived the life of kings & queens
With whatever, they called ‘theirs’
Transitions , time to time
Nothing is making us happier
Sadness has become easier
Don’t know why we live for
Taking everything to its stride
The story ends with a map
Which leads to nowhere
But time, money, love & its theories…
