It's All Over

November 1971

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Would you believe it's all over?
I'm an old man, that's all I am.
I married a harem of thinkers,
Bore a child by each one and now I'm mentally done,
It's all over, it's all over.

The juice of my mind in the thinkers
Left my seed in the world, a conceptual child,
The son of a must that lay down for a lust -
But what else can you do at a million or two?
It's all over, it's all over.

Now I can see there's no oneness in me.
I come after the fish and its food from the sea;
With the rest of my kind I can chop down a tree;
It's all over, it's all over.

Goodbye, the thrill of uncertainty
Hullo, old age and complacency.
But what more can you do if you're just twenty two
And the whole world lies naked before you.

Would you believe it's all over?
The youth that you knew just suddenly grew
Wrinkled and bent three times over!
A sodden old rag has it all in the bag
But too late because now it's all over.
There's got to me more, life can't shut the door
Leave the fruit on the tree to grow mouldy.