Old men who cannot rest
Who put their nations to the test
Who think they want to give their final best
But fail.
Old men with skin that sags
But blunt tongues that whisper, wag
Give no time for fools that lag
Except their sons.
Old men argue old debates,
Harping bridge and water rates,
Old friends’ mates but enemies hate,
Tomorrow’s fate.
Across the seas you are like me,
But views alike we cannot see,
Beat to the death – though we’d really be,
Same blood.
“When you’re young, you want to change the world. When you’re old you want to the change the youth!” – quoted by someone I can’t recall.
Hey Trish, how’ve you been doing? Haven’t been to your blog in a while. How was the play on Thurs? Cameron’s was good over the weekend. Feeling more and more convicted to effect change via social action. Take care yah!
kev