Ageing

Does it seem inevitable to you That ageing provide with calmness You get sociopathic too More addicted to aloneness When you were young you felt salvaged Protected by the wise and sane But you’ve grown old and disengaged And everything’s becoming plain The wise support the power drunk Against their will, but maybe not Some of them watch their wisdom sunk They might enjoy it quite a lot And simply put, we are still here Simplicity is not a blame Cause every moment you appear I’m blessed to hear you say my name.