Had I been born so long ago, before the ocean
waved
Way before a cookie, someone out there craved
When time itself was just a thought
Before a flower bloomed –
Before an onion made you cry
Or rumpus had a room,
If I were sure as old as that
had a nick for every shave –
afraid to face a mirror
standing there so brave,
My life would be so different
Maybe a bit weird
The man standing before you now
Would surely have a beard.
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