Wednesday, 3 December 2014

In the Days of the Caveman

In the days of the caveman
No valid word is uttered
Fire is a mystery
And rain is a miracle
Every day is a survival
Creatures need to eat or be eaten

In the days of the caveman
Hands are the tools of life
Journey literally begins with a step
Sleeping is not a rest
But a triumph for surviving

In the days of the caveman
All day is just having fun
They hum and enjoy the wind on their faces
They chase creatures, big and small
They climb trees
Swim in rivers and stream
Things can be done recklessly

In the days of the caveman
A shout, a cry is a social call
Clothes are simple or none at all
Glistening pebbles are ornaments
You smell, you lick to fit

In the days of the caveman
That is what you call life




#Poetry