Where did those days go? Those days when we were gorgeous models from another era. People envied us, and we didn’t care. We were young and immature and didn’t realise that it was just a transient existence.

Somewhere along the way, when we were too busy to notice, nor cared, the God of Time changed the record speed from 33⅓ to 45rpm and we didn’t realise until it was too late.

One day, we looked at one another and thought that each was less attractive, worn-down, and fatter. It applied to everyone, except me, because in my head I was still twenty-something.

Until that morning when I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw somebody that I didn’t know, somebody I didn’t like, somebody who had become old. I accepted it but couldn’t look myself in the eye anymore.

And then someone who was once better looking than you, so much slicker, goes and dies.

“Though we had our fling,
I just never would suspect a thing,
Till that little bell began to ring.”