Years pass by
carrying ups and downs
lulling ideas of unending
hiding its ambicious plasticity
inside sunny days spent
with friends
Cruel as any common thief
time steals too many shiny days
from aging fathers
long ago already realised
eager sons
not yet grasped
time materializes cruelly
as their flesh decays
paradise
An owner of abundant years
can only observe
How its not possible to appreciate
small moments
of joyful vanity