Standing on Formality Under the Family Tree David Angel Here watching the weeks fly by Months turn into age Feel my telomeres are growing Shorter in my lonesome cage Every time my cells divide I feel it in my chromosomes Dully aching creaking bones A great divide when no one’s home Captive to the whim of others Busy, busy beavers, busy Good to have no expectations Crumb or two is pure elation Divide, divide and wave goodby Generations pass on by Before I am a burden, die Who is going to bat an eye? Thank my lucky stars and God An angel shares my life I seldom share my real dreams Don’t suspect they should be seen Exposes me, an NPC Puppet on a chessboard string I don’t expect society’s clock To spin backward just for me Copyright ©️ 2025, David Angel, All Rights Reserved
Standing on Formality Under the Family Tree
Standing on Formality Under the Family Tree David Angel Here watching the weeks fly by Months turn into age Feel my telomeres are growing Shorter in my lonesome cage Every time my cells divide I feel it in my chromosomes Dully aching creaking bones A great divide when no one’s home Captive to the whim of others Busy, busy beavers, busy Good to have no expectations Crumb or two is pure elation Divide, divide and wave goodby Generations pass on by Before I am a burden, die Who is going to bat an eye? Thank my lucky stars and God An angel shares my life I seldom share my real dreams Don’t suspect they should be seen Exposes me, an NPC Puppet on a chessboard string I don’t expect society’s clock To spin backward just for me Copyright ©️ 2025, David Angel, All Rights Reserved