What could they tell us, if we had the time to ask
What wisdom could they instill onto us
for we are just mere mortals in this town too
we might be fresher faced and always moaning
but still mere
What could they tell us about the olden days
you know, about the times that were actually hard
not these days where because a phone is slow we lose our cool
i mean real battles like the wars
I often wonder in my quiet times about the experiences of people
of any person really but just the notion that they also live
they also have really bad days and cant cope
i think long and hard and get myself all worked up
I have some relatives who are no longer here
and I could kick myself for thinking this all too late
For they were sat in there chairs all day with there heads full of memories
I wish I had plucked at them
asked them the questions that mattered
I know as a youngster, I was scared of them
intimidated by there big chairs and big slippers and stern faces
sat silently in the corner with there cups of tea
asking for me to come up to them and receive my present or kiss there cheek
they were not mere mortals to me
they were royalty
I would often stare into the floor incase they asked me a question
What was I scared of?
If i could go back, i would have asked them, what there favourite subject in school was? There most treasured recipe? What it felt like when they fell in love?
What it was like being older?
What they believed life was all about?
What could they tell us, if we had the time to ask
What wisdom could they instill onto us
for we are just mere mortals in this town too
we might be fresher faced and always moaning
but still mere
