June 2007

That older generation, are always in the way

Most don’t hear what you have to say

They drive on the inside lane so very slow

Oh dear me, they say I’ve forgotten where to go

Using walkers and canes, to help them get about

Drive you insane, because they always shout

In supermarkets, they hold up the queues

Cause that new brand leaves them confused

It's hard to believe they were young and fun

Heroes and lovers beneath the golden sun

Full of dreams of things they want to be

Hope, wonder, and insane jealousy

Wit and wisdom can be their friends

But some are plain stupid till the very end

Souls of children in bodies grown up

Grey hair and wrinkles fall into their cup

Cracked and bent, some just set aside

To rust like toys and left outside

When in plain and simple truth

They are more alive than any youth

So show you care to those elder saints

Who gave us breath and taught us to paint

For if it was not for them showing us the way