Why are the good times always short lived?

"If I had all the time, I’d intend each moment with you…

If I had all the supremacy, I’d pause each moment in your tranquility!"

Neither will I have all the time nor all the supremacy

The flowers may fade and the butterfly may fly away

I am afraid – They may get lost in their own little world

-A world so called “The Reality”

I see from a distance, not very long ago

And wonder - Why are the good times short lived?

A mere presence and A fluttering sense

A sweet voice from a distance and A placid talk - was enough…

But now neither will I sense the passing wind

Nor will I hear any sweet voice

And again I wonder – Why are the good times always short lived?