EVE

A little blue sky
a little sunshine
some clouds strolling by
a day to be alive.

But Eve is gone.
Passed just yesterday
time to cry
time to pray
time to mourn a friend,

though pain seems to end
it lingers still
in the heart

a little blue sky
a little sunshine
some clouds strolling by
a day to be alive

I hope the day will never come to be
that trails no longer feel the booted tread
of aged men like me to nature bred
whose quest and goal are still to wander free.

Will days of summer green and autumn gold
become unseen by my children's eyes
likewise the flocks in cloudy skies
as both the fall and they become less bold?

not all us men are rapists
but we dare not walk with pride
in case we fall into the chasm
of the amazon divide

many men agree with
the endeavour of your stride
though it seems we are not welcome
like our hands are best kept tied

we still have each other
we’re on the same damn side
lets fight the real enemy
the corrupt anointed snide

appealing to your virtue
with not so much to hide
together lets move mountains
and broach that great divide

Planned obsolescence

I am just a machine
of flesh and bone
with what they call a soul.
I have a heart that feels
and a brain that knows
off the same assembly line
as the rest of Mankind,
I am genetically defined
according to my prototype
allotted a certain time
before I begin to die.
There was no quality control
when I was made
so I, grow old,, decay.
and away I fade....