The song which never ends

by justbekozlowski

Tonight I played music,
Alongside my friends,
And we played a song,
That never does end.
It hadn’t been played,
In six long old years,
So we played it to fill,
The past and our ears.
Now again, the song lives,
Though it always was written,
But never on paper,
Or even a kitten.
If we had then today,
It would be a cat,
And the words would be stretched,
So terribly fat.