The ways things used to be.
Life treated us so much better
and everyone was happy,
or so they claim.
Closets too used to be made
of stronger material.
Oh the craftsmanship on those
were quite exquisite!
Bring back
that solid piece of furniture
that held everything in,
including your next door neighbour
and also possibly his wife.
Solid panels,
thick slab of wood,
hinges that hardly open,
double lock,
doors that are harder to move
than blocks of cement.
Hide your secrets in there,
hide your life,
hide yourself,
hide your future.
Forget to love.
Forget to breathe.
Forget to exist.
Forget to just be
because once you're in
you can't come out.
“Bring back those good ole times!”
and this is what they mean.
The fervour of their mating call
reaches all the dark corners
where those ‘good ole day’ people
had their wintersleep.
