Dazzling colors and brilliant lights fade away
To silence, the clamour of fireworks gives way
Only shreds of paper remain on the ground,
Smell of gunpowder in the air hangs around.

Of pleasures relished for as long as they last,
Vague memories remain, like dreams of the past
Of a life well lived, after a year or ten,
Deep, indelible marks in the hearts of men!