Like Riding a Bike

In the land of Lemuria, also called “Mu,”
Peace was pronounced in each, “How do you do?”
The wise women counseled each girl and boy
While the wayfarers taught using sophisticated toys.
The planet, ‘twas Earth, only millennia ago
And the wondrous advances of knowledge, you know,
The like of which we’ve not seen yet today
For although their civilization passed away
Perhaps it still hides ‘neath the rocks and the waves
They did it all with their minds and never owned slaves
There were pleasures and games we can’t imagine
And from this we’ve extrapolated original sin
Yet here we are thousands of years past
Wishing we could be like them at last
But Lemurians, peaceful, humble and wise
Suggest that our britches are not the right size.
We think greater means more money, higher skill
When indeed it involves the power of will
To let go of anger, revenge and the like
And once to have done so it’s like riding a bike.