Language

You wander down the street,
Looking to eat,
That chocolate bar,
Or that fruit tart.
You walk to the shop,
And ask the man,
Given me the bar, pops!

Perhaps the story,
Should begin more evenly;
Long ago, that is
A very long ago,
Man lived in caves,
Or in trees or mountains,
He was very lonely,
Wanted to be a family,
But how could he do it?
When he had no way to tell it?

So he invented gestures,
But that couldn’t tell everything,
Others began to look up to him,
Feeling glad,
Since he made sounds that were rad,
He got the family he wanted.

His son later thought,
What his father had brought,
And decided to advance,
Creating sounds,
That became his venture.
He began slowly,
Talking with sounds,
Only with his family;
And so came sounds,
And he became famous in a glance.

Later his son,
But unfortunately a bum,
Spent his time,
Sounds mumbling away,
But he discovered,
That which we have mastered,
Language.

That’s the story of language,
But it may not be true,
For if you know what’s true,
You can make it true,
For language is flexible,
And it is evolving,
So will its past and so will its future.