Hidden from children, high on a shelf
in a little jar are three little pills.
One for sickness, one for health
and another for cheap thrills.
And one quiet night when no one’s around
a little boy goes in search for pleasures,
and two little hands, without a sound,
find as his prize three little treasures.
What he will do and what he will be
is determined this moment in the choice he will make,
(An astronaut, a doctor, a revolutionary)
as a little hand grabs one to take.
And all that we are and all that we will
taken pill, after pill, after pill.
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There is an old woman who lives in a chest
with all that she needs, without burden or care
And of all her past homes, this she likes best,
and of the outside world she is unaware.
She lives simple and free in such little space
and passes the time by recollecting her years.
and often you can see on her wrinkled face
old lovers, lost passions, and undying fears.
And when the time comes that she is ready to die
to flowers and dirt she says “heavens forbid!”
And, if able, she asks that you try not to cry
as it is only a matter of closing the lid.
And with that, a lifetime of memories rest
in a little, modest wooden chest.