End Of An Era (Poetry)

Almost too perfect
too good to be true
so full of promise
those days we lived through
taken as our due

like a dream-summer
stretching on and on
uninterrupted
no clouds hid the sun
we just cruised along

thinking/not thinking
such times cannot last
the good or the bad
slip into the past
storms gather in fast ...

The bright days are gone
and winter is here
the light has grown old
more shadows appear
it’s suddenly clear

the cycle is done
our stars rearrange
we had a fair run
the mood now feels strange
and subject to change