Old Gold
Are they now here, the old golden days?
Are they still in mem, days well modeled?
A day I see now, those deeds weren’t
When what the story, I hear was starved
A day now what, a cock breaks eggs
A cock drinks York, for hen to hutch
A day now what, sputum taste delicace
What I hear is this, heartbreak no match
Plants we water to flower, even before time
What the best we make, seven a week we break
The worst out we make, even for just a make out
What I hear is this, even the wise a speck
A time for best declare, uphold old good past
An old meant for all, civilization virtue downcast
Above all don’t stare, at your world turndown
Reverse the story, borrow your past
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2018
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