Those Who Came

Well, let’s see now:

I didn’t sleep under the bed

Last night and it was

Another pleasant-passed day

On the paradise bus.

 

The north is still with us though,

Shamefully I was not given the choice.

Passengers still course the air,

Low, fast and generally happy,

Above the freedom-bar river …

But I believe I am the only one here

To consider those who came before us.