Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
The only constant,
In life.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
As new eyes open,
to their first light.
It continues.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
When knees scraps get lost,
amidst childish fun.
It continues.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
As the body uncurls,
and elongates to its mature form.
It continues.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
Amongst the heartbreak,
and joys.
It continues.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
As your body withers and curls,
and your genes run before you as grandchildren.
It continues.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.
When everyone else’s stops,
and you take your last shuddering breaths,
It goes.
Bum, bum.
Bum, bum.