Do we lose our smarts in our twenties,
Because I swear I used to have a plenty.
Now everyone I know is so worn out,
Nothing is the only thing we want to think about.
To change the world sometime ago was our plan
But it must have been thrown away with that beer can
That you sip to the noise of TV,
Dreaming of the times you could afford to be carefree,
Now everything has changed and we don’t believe
In our future, thinking we were naive
Believing the world will bow down to our feet.
This is the end of the poem, This is the end of poetry; The darkness drapes like a mantle, The light fades like an ebbing sea; The wind blows cold through the windows, The silence slithers through the air; Time flutters by in a flurry– Time flutters by in despair.
The flesh is drained of its colour, The spirit emptied of its youth; The truth is gone from the beauty, The beauty absent from the truth; Life melts away into shadow, Life melts away into scree– This is the end of the poem, This is the end of poetry.