Aristophanes
Ravaged,
we were, torn asunder by the almighty bleakness.
Yet,
we had youth, that sublime intoxicant
Pumping
us full of energy that just had to find a release.
We
fell together in a freefall of pure fantasy.
Those
were the days and nights of milk and honey,
The
Godlike ambrosia which sustained us,
Despite
our empty pockets. When you have such nectar
Who
needs cash? Only a fool, we both thought.
Now,
the decades have rolled by with their endlessly
Repeating
rhythm and you and I have been scattered
To
the winds like in Aristophanes' tale.
Though,
there will be no coming together, thank God!
Those
dreams have been well and truly crushed,
Now that we walk about with pockets aplenty!
