Where are the stars?

Gone are days with starry nights,

Gone are the kings with mighty knights,

With arrogance, despair, without progress,

Gone is the bright sun and its purifying light.

There was a time when less was more,

When savings were treasures,

When owning was difficult, but prideful it was.

Every coin mattered, clinking sounds were heard,

When the most humble sellers on the street were filled with joy over a day's work,

When the sweetest sound in the morning was a humble bread seller, who was just earning a tiny margin.

Money still had value but it was not the only might,

Gone are the humble people, and so have those times.