Good Old Days Poem by Sneha R

Oh, the days
How pleasant and elated the days used to be
Unlike the fleeting world now upside down
Fleeting things, from the old to new
Calling things "Old fashioned" to calling people "Oldies"
From post cards to emails
From typewriters to keyboards to touch keyboards
From bell bottoms to skin fit to bell bottomed vintage fashion again
One thing remains as everlasting as the flowing rivers-
(Surprisingly! Someone told me the other day that the rivers have stopped flowing too)
The greed of Human Beings