Kit Kelen #1249 - to make up for time before it is lost

1249

to make up for time before it is lost

wondering why here

but must be on the spot

youngsters all say ‘back in the day’

where else to?

throw question marks like kisses

and here’s how it was

had to do everything

life was hard

and

back in the day

put words in their mouths

had to chase pianos down

and build our own orchestra

just from the air

back in the day we would conjure up crops

wrestle dinner

sex was something you did by yourself

amoeba amoeba all bounce

and catch the atoms falling

had to ask your own questions

back in the day

dig your own grave

knock up own coffin

dong yourself with a shovel last thing

then who’s going to fill in for you?

they’ll call you a lazy bastard

there wasn’t any time to tell then

no roads

the world was wide

and flat

we were falling off

like flies

we were at it like rabbits too

spread like a vine

died off in the drought

no one to notice

nothing was written down then

really it was anyone anything next

a body was full of surprises

you tell all this to young people

they’ll just smile and say

that must have been

back in the day