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