Old Times
Life
Is but a sinking boat
Full of memories
To drown in time
Your memories
Clouded my mind
Like an old photograph
Of bright dripping yellow
A mist, a small blur
Fading in morning airs
A vibrant smiling face
Of yours never falter
I may have blamed
The universe' wickedness
It's complexity of ripping apart
Everything that is valuable
But I cannot dwell on yesterday's fright...