I love the sight of paper boats
Sailing in the tub,
No sounds, no din, so peacefully unreal
Aye, there's the human rub,
For unless there is tumult and more
And the heart beats at its max,
Life today seems insecure
Without the phone and fax.
As if our ancestors didn't live
Or their lives were then a bore,
Cos all they had was love to give,
And the anchor of a shore.
But times have changed so much today
And the heart speaks no more,
Meanings anew to being in touch
Respect in the annals of yore.
Modern times and modern ways
Money talks and pleasure pays,
Someone remind the jet set
Mortality isn't dead yet !!!
Forever you will never live for sure
A hundred maybe, give or take a little more.
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