A Tale of Two Genders

It was the best of times
The ticker had turned blue
Her face was flush with red
The world was bright as yellow

It was the worst of times
The night was now blue
Her hands were smeared in red
The world was bathed in yellow.

It was the age of wisdom
The fires were abuzz with stories
Stomachs full with cookies
The thirst was still strong
And the night was still young

It was the age of foolishness
The waters were cold as ice
But no more than that of people’s eyes
Pricking away at his flesh slowly
The edges of conscience were sharp.

It was the epoch of belief
The bright sun was widening his reach
The rainbows were taking a stroll down the beach
The wheels rolled together
And the surfaces didn’t matter
The cobwebs were swept away with brooms
Even the lotus bloomed in a darkened room

It was the epoch of incredulity
For this may seem a bit trite
The shadows were still a part of the light
Even death doth not us part
I sometimes wonder, just wonder,
If you were the light in the womb
Oh darkness inside the tomb.

It was the season of light
Love and sweat went into battle
Thirst and hunger won the war
It was the season of darkness
Man and woman went into battle
And silence won the war.

It was the spring of hope
The dew from her eyes fell in the morning tea
The rosy petals burnt itself in the brown sea
The rays of the morning caressed her red cheek
The breeze of the cool November air seared her awry hair

It was the winter of despair
The stew was not his choice of breakfast
The blood was not his choice of beverage
The floor was not his choice of bed
The air was not his choice of blanket

We had everything before us
Not a single damn was given
We had nothing before us
Not a single damn was given

We were all going directly to heaven
Stairway or highway
Broad or narrow
Open or closed

We were all going the other way
For what does it matter to the sheep
The herd or the head
Fat or slim
Man or woman
Love or hate

In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on it being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.