Time

Youth walking by; in Technicolour.

An old man gazes out, across the street; Watching.
Youth walks by, colourful, laughter; Chatting.
"No use in sitting there thinking about what you did."
Sometimes, its just better to go with the flow.
The sun is always shinning; Life is only but a show.
Strip off the colours and one thing remains.
I look, and I find, no change.
What a shame.