Yesterday’s green leaves are yellow today,

Blue sky of summer now has a grey coat,

Hands of the clock moves, minutes tick away,

Yesterday’s love is today’s anecdote.

The boy is a grown man, gone the peach skin,

Firm body of young girl now sadly sags,

Into ghoul-head turned the handsome pumpkin

And the calf’s skin will be sold as handbags.

Nothing stands still. Nothing remains the same.

Futile is glory, futile is the lust.

Wasted are the minutes searching for fame,

Human life is short and it ends in dust.

© P. J. Oszmann (2003)

© Illustration - based on the Chinese characters I Ching = The Book of Changes - created in Photoshop.(2004)