The older they grow,
The harder it is
To remember the past.
All time blends
Into one solid, unending line,
Leading to lack of notice
And general absence of care;
But once that time’s gone,
It’s gone, and there’s
No reclaiming it,
Except in memories
Clouded by the present.
When did they change so much?
When did youth disappear?
The past is remembered
As the present,
No distinct memories left
To hold onto dearly.
Only the present remains
To latch onto until
The future ruins it all.