Waiting for the van to come

What was pleasing now is almost fully gone 
Man’s future makes a shadow of ages. 
Various events till our joyful life 
Dear faces vanished, ruins remained 
No mercy express the daily old strife 
The long for sunshine seams as mirage vain. 
The fire devours fall’s color of trees 
Hot summer with the red lips passed away, 
North wind will bring a sense of cold kiss 
Yesterday nice vision dwells in the soul.

Paolo Driussi.