How come the good times never last?
When your having an bomb, having a blast
bad times go slow, good times go fast,
future comes next, remembering the past.
The good times gone in an instant, quick flash,
burning great memories...melting to ash.
I've always wondered about this myself. It's a cruel world isn't it that races through our pleasures and stretches our discomfort to its limits. Lovely write with so much truth in it. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
How come indeed. Wonderfully voiced.