Far are those days,
Far in a distant past;
But their memories still shine.
Gone are the days of youth,
The days of mirth and laughter;
Weak are those eyes that once glowed with fire
With their flame burnt out;
Time has whitened the hair that was once black,
Wrinkles have invaded that smooth and shiny face.
Gone are those days when we were innocently playful-
Gone too with them is the vigour of life;
Cold is the heart that once was warm with love,
And the hot and lively blood
Has given way to coldness,
The coldness that heralds
The nearing of the end.