The natural intelligence of Man
Ensures that we, as Humans

Sailor, tinker, tailor, et al,
Ordinary people at one's beck and call,

How blank the mind
Neither thought nor word penetrating enough

Let the Sun fill you and your days with its rays
Let Darkness too feel its warmth and its light,

Rise, O ladies and show us the way
We, the faltering, blundering, ‘male’, play

On the sands where I now stand
The grains can bear my weight no more,

Let’s treat the past with warmth and care,
For with every single passing day,

May your skies be clear and blue,
Your nights and days forever true,

When eyes are moist and the heart bleeds
And, sorrow reigns supreme,

Old Age is a bloody curse
There, surely, can’t be very much worse,