Experience

(S. Engel) Here's to memory, old age and every Here's to the people who live in a shell Here's to memory, one more for every One for the road where pedestrians dwell So self-assured, complacent and bored Our hero opens a box on the shelf Containing advice, so worldly and wise Welcomes his children to help themselves Here's to memory, old age and every Here's to the people who live in a shell Here's to memory, one more for every One for the road where pedestrians dwell He hasn't time for riddle or rhyme Too busy fighting machines at the plant He married young, his path is his pocket Beginnings and endings escape from this ant Here's to memory, old age and every Here's to the people who live in a shell Here's to memory, one more for every One for the road where pedestrians dwell Baptized, materialized, no time to realise Caught in the current and drown in the well Went about fifty, stubborn and empty Hands out the world for his children to sell Here's to memory, old age and every Here's to the people who live in a shell Here's to memory, one more for every One for the road where pedestrians dwell Here's to memory, old age and every Here's to the people who live in a shell Here's to memory, one more for every One for the road where pedestrians dwell