Remember when we were young?
Little boys, getting up with the sun
Summer mornings lasted forever
Much longer than now
Everything was fresh, alive back then
Even through the bitter factory smoke
the air was sweet, exhilarating
Some days, intoxicating
It took less to be happy back then
On those warm summer mornings, inching
through our lives, like
the cold slimy slugs crawling across the sidewalk
You didn’t worry about dying back then
You had too much to live for
Besides, nighttime was so far away
on those warm summer mornings lasting forever
Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Thanks. Yes indeed. And, everything in life is temporal, momentary, and forever fugative. Take care.
Polona: Thanks. Hope you are well.
Dan: Thanks. Yeah is right.
Nothing gold can stay?
too bad perception changes with age… wonderful.
and just did some catching up… your photos are quite spectacular š
Yeah…