I’m Never Right

Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks, Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book. I wonder if it’s my age or demeanor, that has made older people so much meaner. I call upon my brethren and I ask, is not this rule that was placed upon our mentality such a burden. Many our age overlook this rule, and their new best friend ends up being a warden. Now I never know if I’m truly wrong or right, because thou answer of an oldster always makes them look like a knight. They infinitely compare us to one another, not knowing how it’s so much of a bother. Hold on to reality a little longer, and do not let man become your enemy. For we don't have all eternity to confine all these things internally. They are just exclusive weapons to bring about our downfall.