Friday, 24 January 2014

Tell Me About It

What was it like when you were young?

What was it like in the olden days
she looked at him sincerely
Was life completely black and white
He drew breath to answer clearly

Lives back then for me at least
was not so much a mystery
although anyone and everyone
had a different take on history

Friends and enemies danced and pranced
disappearing in the mist
peppered pockets full of anecdotes 
a self obsessing must do list

It would be nice to learn the lessons
Written down in some old book
as though opinions of another time
might validate what we mistook

This place where we are standing
In terms of time somewhat aloof
Objectively subjectively
will take you nowhere without proof

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