You poor things

you just won't follow up

You poor things.

Very busy in your studies, at work, same cycles of routines year after month after week after day, even same holidays and festivals.

Your innocent childhood has been redeveloped over, your working adulthood an amnesia of past and future. Your friends are but limited seasonal editions, passed on and forgotten - sometimes you remember golden snapshots frozen in time, but these are blurred and fading.

Yet your kin, comrades remain there around you, estranged perhaps, gone silent, too often, but you usually can monitor their progress across time.