The Dawll

 

The wedding guest came in and spoke

Of all my tales the one which folk

Find the most interesting of them all

Is how I came to know the Dawll.

 

The Dawll lived many years ago

Mercury was just a glow.

Slowly forming into a planet

Part of the celestial gamut.

 

The Dawll were an ancient race

Perfecting things in every place

No more hunger, no more hurt

Amazing ways of removing dirt.

 

What’er they set their mind to do

They did with thoroughness through and through.

Like professionals on a special bonus

On work and toil was their onus.

 

Wars got ended, no more threats.

The cold got sorted with Tyrette’s

All the illness they did sort out

No more sores or cuts about.

 

Shelters made and upgraded

Free fuel discovered all unaided.

Then to education they did turn

Why don’t we teach the world to learn?

 

For years and years this all went on

The Dawll they could do nothing wrong.

The arts, from highbrow down to low

Became the most amazing show.

 

Food preparation gripped the nations

With keeping fit and conservation.

With their knowledge closely ordered

New species grew among their borders.

 

Like fresh new bread which isn’t leven

The Dawll had just invented heaven.

No more crime, no needs, no worry,

Time re-defined; no more hurry.

 

Everything you’d ever want was there to take

To copy, improve or to make

They had it all, everything.

But still they puzzled ‘bout one small thing.

 

With no more wars and no more death

Infinity was made in one small breath.

The Dawll they sat and looked and stared

Until a quiet young voice was heard.

 

I have a question. Tell me daddy,

If we are gods, why aren’t we happy?

We know, and have, it all;

Now we have the wherewithal.

 

But are we happy? That was the day

The start of it, they'd lost their way.

When this doubt was touched upon

Each father looked unto his son.

 

And into each other’s eyes

They stared until with much surprise

One said, the way to happiness for sure

Is contrasting good and poor.

 

We’ve erased poor, we’ve rubbed-out bad

And of that fact we are most proud

We rubbed out happiness and made things worse.

What we did’s become a curse.

 

The Dawll were troubled and full of worry

How could they change, how be sorry?

We must admit, the elders cried

We got it wrong, and promptly died.

 

From that day forth and every day

They worked real hard to rid the grey

'Colour' now was the word

On every lip it was heard.

 

Black and white had worked  before

When differences had been a chore.

But now with vigour all renewed

They fashioned a new kind of mood.

 

What once had all been shunned and cleaned

Was seen by most as what they preened.

Difference, which once they spurned

Was 'de rigueur'; became the word

 

 

And as their world now expanded

Their committees they whole were all disbanded.

People laughed at lewd jokes

While others snaffled crafty smokes.

 

Their differences began to form

And with this so did they warm

To love the little bits 'nd bobs

Of which whole generations had been robbed.

 

Sure life can be sad and bring you down

But with some laughs, and some who frown,

We need to make our way

'Twixt good and bad to make good our stay.