The past is never too far behind: We can never live it down According to Doctor B . Ford It’s unbearable: It’s haunting, it’s inerasable: For the victims to relived those terrible nightmare: in hopes that it they will go away
Somehow it never does The worst is to see your attackers Smiling, and moving on to higher ranks
Youth was wasted on the young, Privilege children: overindulgence few Not so wealth, not so wise Today their party until dawn In the future they wouldn’t remember An old folks saying What sweeten the goat mouth? Would burn its tail end The higher the monkey climbs His tail becomes visible: As you move up the ladder, Your party buddies will grudge you Your past will haunts you Your hidden secret will be found: Youth is wasted on the young,