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.