Where are the good old days, where have they gone
The days mellow as meadows, serene as skies?
When Horizons glared as far 's met the eyes
And all Suns shone endlessly on and on!
But now this Comet passed and stroked the Earth
With his cold burning mane paused our Routine,
Broke down Life's swiss clock (our daily machine)
Dismantled our Hope, away took our Mirth.
I grew up in Myths... My mom used to tell
How great Life was once, how simple how plain.
And there just before my eyes close in bed
Tacitly advised my Self to excel:
Remember, dear! Rebuild and don't complain
Comets always come along with their mane.