Late Thoughts

What’s done is fun the leader piped as he or she rode past
So hang your hat upon the tree and dance out here at last

What’s this signify I wondered thinking fast and slow
What did those phrases mean to me, I just didn’t know

Life move upside down sometimes and old can seem like new
And I’ve seen people pass right by lined up two by two

The memories of some other days when we seemed to understand
The songs that they played then, my friends were in the band

I asked the sage how things ended up like this, please sir will you say
He smiled and whispered in my ears that they just got that way

Is this food for thought or should it be tossed aside
Shall we go on a walk or take the bus and ride

The questions are too hard for me, some answers not appealing
Are we still rising up my friends or have we reached the ceiling

We need more time to get things right, say a million years
Perhaps we’d see more smiles then and many fewer tears

Note: late 23 I think, once again dwelling on our immaturity, absurdity
I’m not sure anyone read it. Not expecting warm reception. Kind of like it.