Yes it’s but unwise to say:
“Yesterday’s better than today”
Since it’s gone, old and passé,
But aren’t Eve’s days just so gay?
When naked was the only fashion approved,
When just plants and fruits could pass as food,
When wandering in paradise was all the work,
When Adam’s gaze and flesh were solely hers.
Weren’t those days filled with glee?
When anger or sadness are unknown,
When nature’s wonders wake you each morn,
Wasn’t Eve’s life just downright amazin’?
She’s not alive to tell me the whole story,
I could only envy her for the tales I imagined,
Eve’s life must be uneventful or blissful,
Either way, I’ll set out to remake those days.
To practice thrift and simplicity in clothing,
To eat just what grows directly from plants,
To be so close to nature, relishing its divine beauty,
To be cuddled by a significant other ’til I kiss the grave.
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