The other madness


Oh to be young.

I have heard that song sung

In Mission halls and old people’s homes

The words beating out to the click of old bones.

Youth..You can stick it

I wouldn’t pick it out of a barrel of fish

I wish.

That people would live with what it is they have got

Old age or not

I wouldn’t want to be young

I’m happy where I am as I cling to the rung

On the ladder

Of life.

 

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