When people fight to get some food They can't be in a romantic mood. If humans had just fingers three, Our counting mode would different be. Not always smooth, life presents instead Conflicts between heart and head. Intrinsic worth is not in face, Nor in one's religion, height or race. OLD AGE It's sad when folks of a certain age Are treated like some old garbage.
Retirement is the boss-less chance To read and write and play and dance.
Old age is bad when there's none to care, You are alone, no friends are there. Lose not zest for life, even when old. That should happen only when the body turns cold. Truth is not a thing you own, It is a view of a precious stone. To claim I alone the Truth do hold Is being more silly than being bold.