You and I brother we fall then fall over!
What else could you do but only hover?
You and I brother we fall then fall over!
What else could you do but only hover?
I watch over their lives as they play
Young and weak they mold like clay
Lost in thought I cannot represent
What a man such me could resent
Is it the sight of all these blind men?
If not by their foolishness, what then?
What difference? On the bed asleep,
Then after underneath, six feet deep?
They both are the same if I may say
For only then will they care, anyway
So dance their foolishness off and go
Sing to the death-angel and His crow
Do they both see the end that is near?
For if so, then they must know my fear
February 2017