Only Fools

As moons aged and tree colors changed,

In mountains caved, and out dust strayed,

Drawings were made, and pastel dreams arrayed,

In such a way to make dishonesty celebrate.

As skies burn and down nations turn,

Death is learned, and rules are spurned,

Miss Fortune was curved, and a change observed,

In such a way to make dishonesty celebrate.

But oh in the end life's so futile to plan.

And holes we can mend, but we're just women and men.