In those days before the wind
Blew away our innocence
By the shade of the sycamore tree
So we kissed, so we laughed,
So we were bound
Time in our world didn't exist
And we surfed through the seasons
we were lost in our bliss
Our nirvana; our bubble of peace
We didin't realise the music stopping
So was the Dance
There was this fundamental truth
Which we ignored
That death was not something you caught
It is not a disease
It is in someone you meet
Death is something more profound
Private and unique to every man
Our deaths were like tokens
That we carried around
And the very moment we met,
The clock be began ticking
and so when time came,
We died...
Masharia kanyari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-days-of-yore/
