Impermanence

The very old piano teacher was a very young 9 year old once,
Outside the theatre i saw a dahlia that i did not recall existed
And on the Island, the ones that i looked up you,
I hear, have dissapeared, gone, left
And the cat next door, cancer i hear.

Whereever i turn to, all is being shredded,
Or should i be nice, in the process of being difalcated
Shredded, piece by piece, office paper to be discarded

I opine for a mark of consistency
Anyone, Anywhere?
Look at it Friend ! Impermanence looks back at u !