The Years

I’m afraid that I’ll forget my youth
When I get old
Regale the years
With stories told
As if it is all past and gone
Not ever abiding in a so long
Back when the most painful thing
Was coming in contact with a nettle sting
Now I count the Ogham
Spelling out: I’m all alone
Though not really
I’ve just got the feeling
That these years
May not be worth stealing
As time marches on
In fifty years will we all be gone
Or will some disaster
Some tsunami earthquake shake the rafters
Or some nuclear threat
As a leader somehow forgets
That he’s human too
And what you do to them you do to you
And what about the climate change
Soil to dust in a land that’s strange
Not bursting green
Like Sub Sahara could’ve been
If we’d‘ve done things right
Oh, it keeps me awake at night
Just thinking
Maybe I should be drinking
Instead of facing our woes
It’s humanity and anything goes

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