Times change, values change, but
Does the good ever irrelevant become,
We seem to think and discard as old-fashioned 
Those who lived and loved before us 
As if, they walked differently or rode a different bus.
 
Right and Wrong, moral things
Black, white and grey,
But, Man will forever mortal  be
Life a bivouac and no more
No footprints on the shore.

Eternal, an optimistic-sounding word
A mirage, if ever there was one,
The sands of Time and the desert,
Fleet- footed beyond compare
Ensuring all that’s covered
Eventually, lies bare.

Trees with no leaves
And rivers that run dry,
Oceans that look deep
That secrets and treasures keep
Will, in the arms of eternity, forever sleep.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)