I’ll never live as well as my former self
In the slew of gilded ages
Full of unmatched beauty

The past, bears a deep shade of green
So charitable and lush
While the present, is dying and ashen and brown

Tomorrow, is cruel and elusive
How it stirs the high hopes, of former years
Then dashes away
Leaving trails of dust

The allure of the past
Is nowhere to be found
In the ongoing rush and ramble of today