When the land was new

When the land was new, and the mountains were made
Out of patterns in sand with a bucket and spade
When the trees were just sprouting, the beasts were just made,
When the new born was suckling, the new eggs were laid.
When the river was winding its way through the hills,
And the fishes were swimming and flapping their gills,
When my sentence was past by a voice, high and shrill,
And the cooking was placed on a high window sill.
When the clouds sailed by in a sky of deep blue,
And the new buds awoke with the birth of the dew,
When I could be me and you could be you,
That was when the old world was new.

Yet now I worry about paying the bills,
And mending the crumbling, new window sills,
I trudge off to work to the beat of the drill,
And then find out my daughter is taking the pill.
My life is a mess, I'm locked in a hold,
I fear all the time, I don't want to be old.
My life now is lead, my life then was gold,
And my thin beard looks like old food growing mould.
Now the mountains are carved, out of leaden skyscrapers,
The outside world is restricted to papers,
The trees are all gone, and our planet dying,
The fish have stopped swimming, the birds have stopped flying.
And the rivers are clotted the seas are all dead,
When all papers are signed and all words have been said.
Yet still the carnage holds us in dread
For ours being counted with those all but dead.

Old age is a veil that covers us slowly,
Those high or low, blasphemic or holy,
All men fear it, and, as I remember
My fire of youth burnt out to an ember,
I find that my promise of not fearing death
Dissappeers like the fog of a cold days hot breath.
Yet deep, deep down the fire still smoulders,
As my face grows wrinkles, and I slowly grow older,
Yet its glowing red flame makes me no bolder,
It just makes my love for my old friends grow colder.
Soon my flame will stop glowing and never again re-light,
Save your breath, my love, please stop blowing,
I shall rest in the endless night.
I shall kill my fear of death.
I shall learn to love the night.
Yet I shall savour my every breath.
I shall, again, find some devine might.