I forgot that folk of mine so easily
In whose shadow I found solace on a bad summer day

I redefine my small world of friends continuously
For my own selfish motives

I make fresh friendships with my yesrtwhile folks
Not caring for our past memories

I live a busy life caring least  for those beloved
Because my clock has just three needles and not many

I live like a money chasing train
Whose wheels are fuelled by a frenzied fancy to amass wealth and fame

I live a life I never would have liked to
And as time rolls on, my ignorance too