Things are fast now but they will slow
and bright colors will soon fade.
love will molt and morph as hate continously chafes.
the thundering annoyances will talk scream whisper and one day
be silenced so swiftly your ears will miss the berating sounds of old.
as is age and its effects so I'm sorry for stories I've repeatedly told
but my eyes ears taste and smell have all but gone static,
and I can still remember clear as day