STONE AGE

I did not speak

Tongue was motherless

Words were not in use

They were not given nor taken

Feelings were not classified

Nor advertised .

Sparks were meant to cook

To scare the wild on their prowl

They did not glare like the radium

Numbers of a new alarm clock

Skin of the dead tame beasts

Camels , deer or sheep for warmth

Nudity was neither a shame

Nor an invitation

Just an attitude

Paper was not money

Nor a love letter

It did not exist

Charcoals were not burning

The cave would not open

Memory was not lost , I was…..

It was all a fog

Stones did not speak at that age…….